I have not done this in awhile.
I don’t really have time to do this at 7 in the morning when I have to work at 830. There is not time like the present. Clumsy. I am not really clumsy so this is a tough one. Clumsy. One who runs into things or trips. Not careful. All thumbs. A bull in a china closet. Watch your step. Missing an antennae. Two left feet. I know a clumsy person actually. He is missing some kind of sense that is necessary for maneuvering in this world. He trips a lot. He also breaks things. Lots of things. My things. Things that mean something to me quite often. Like that pottery bowl that I bought in Saratoga all those years ago. It was white. It was a big bowl. I used it for salads. It was a perfect salad bowl. He didn’t want me to buy it at the time. It cost 20 dollars. I bought it anyway and I loved it every day that I owned it. He dropped it. I usually keep the broken pieces of pottery from the various things he has broken. I either try and glue them together or I use them in Mosaics. Every time he breaks something, my mother and I look at each other. We don’t say anything.