Most of you are American. I can safely say that, because more than 50% of the readers of this blog are American. In 2014, Americans made up around 60% of the readers. So, chances are you’re American. If not, forgive me. I’m not American, either.
This is the first post in a new series where I explore each country that my readers come from, starting with the biggest and going down to the smallest. However, I need your help. I’m going to provide the most basic information that you can find, but I want opinions from you.
Are you American? Have you lived in the United States? Or have you visited the United States? Even if you aren’t, please read on.
The United States of America
It’s a big country. With an area of 9,857,306 square kilometres, it’s the third largest country in the world. It has a population of…
Ah, how infinite is our wisdom when we’re tired? That really is the question. It’s the reason I left the suitcase laying in the middle of the living room floor and it’s why there was no glass.
Last night after I finished writing my post, I started to get myself ready for bed so that when my son went to bed I could go as well. I considered having a glass of wine, but decided against it for two reasons – one, there was too much left in the bottle for the three or four ounces I usually take upstairs with me but not enough to leave the rest in the bottle, and two, because I was really too tired to stay up and drink it anyway. Likewise with my decision to take neither my laptop nor my tablet to bed with me: I really just needed sleep.
Chris came out to say goodnight to me and went off to bed, so I turned off the light, and the laptop and promptly, in my rush to get to bed, forgot that there was a suitcase laying in the middle of the floor. I tripped, I stumbled, I spent what felt like a full 20 seconds trying to save myself until I realized I was going down. And I did. On my knees and elbows. The pain was so intense, especially from my already sore shoulder joint which I’m almost sure I knocked right out of its socket since I have barely any muscle left to protect it, that I lay there for a few minutes hoping not to throw up. Finally Chris came back downstairs and called to my eldest son who was in the basement and he helped me get back up.
Had I had the glass, the laptop, or the tablet in my hands – I don’t even want to imagine the mess. Had I not tried to save myself I might have hit my head on the bannister. As it was I landed six inches away.
So, is the glass half full or half empty? Thankfully there was no glass. Next time there will be no suitcase.