I erased a bit of code when I posted my quote of the week, and it messed EVERYthing up. And here I thought some interloper had messed me up.
ANYway, I got up this morning and decided I was going to take a day off from blogging. I felt like garbage. Immense fatigue, head feeling as dense as a bowling ball--blech.
Why am I at work then? To be able to get some rest, I guess.
Anyway, I'm gonna take a day off, so you won't get to hear about cleaning house Saturday. It actually went pretty well, since it was still more or less picked up from last month. I did do something I haven't done in ages, though.
I fell.
I have always prided myself on a certain Jackie Gleason-esque lightness of foot, which frankly is lacking in so many men of heft such as myself. Raymond Burr had it, John Goodman has a bit of it, John Candy didn't. Some fat guys move like fat guys, and others of us have something of a soap bubble quality.
SO, imagine my surprise when I was bringing the (evil) vacuum cleaner (Satan's own appliance) through the kitchen and somehow managed to get the power cord caught in betwixt the toes of my left foot while I was in mid stride. I couldn't get my foot untangled fast enough to keep from pitching forward, falling in slow motion much like a giant redwood.
After landing, hard, on the kitchen floor (which is a layer of sheet vinyl flooring laid over concrete), I lay there a moment to collect my thoughts and ask for damage control reports from other parts of the ship. The right knee reported pain and discomfort, but otherwise was still operable. The right shoulder/arm/wrist complex reported a sharp smarting sensation, but again, able to get underway. The head reported looking under the stove and seeing a dustbunny that needed to be gotten out. Actually, more of a dust boa constrictor. The other parts of the body overruled the head and agreed to get up and go finish vacuuming if the head would just forget about the dust under the stove.
Danged vacuum cleaner.
Anyway, the house got cleaned up pretty well, and we had our fall festival at church, but I can't tell you about that because I've decided, as I said, to take a day and not worry about blogging.
Although, I have to say, Saturday would have been an even better day to not do anything, because it was just beautiful--today's bright and sunny, but sort of chilly, but Saturday afternoon was perfect. We had all the stuff set up out in the parking lot this year, mainly because the kids tend to track hay into the building and spill stuff. Much better to do that in the parking lot. AND as in years past, I got to drive the hay ride. We used one of our member's old 4WD Isuzu P'up, which has a certain agricultural charm to it. Never heard a gasoline engine that sounded quite so much like a Diesel.
Quite fun.
Well, I have to go to staff meeting now. Be back in just a bit to tell you what all else I won't be blogging about today since I'm taking the day off.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at October 23, 2006 09:21 AMLet’s face it falls are funny when they happen to you. Heck, there’re even funny when they happen to me. If you include steps you get points for greater difficulty. However, the vac was a nice touch.
Posted by: jim at October 23, 2006 11:04 AMOwww! I hope you are't too sore.
Posted by: Kathy at October 23, 2006 11:14 AMThank you, Jim, but since I've already fallen headlong down the steps to the basement at our old house, I figure I've reached the end of my luck on that score.
And thank you Miss Kathy, but I'm not sore at all. Except for my sense of pride.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 23, 2006 11:22 AMPride can take a long time to heal but at least you don’t have to go to the emergency department.
Posted by: jim at October 23, 2006 11:35 AMThe thought of the dust boas still haunts me, though...
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 23, 2006 11:52 AMwe have dust grizzlies.
Posted by: steevil (Dr Weevil's bro Steve) at October 23, 2006 01:46 PMYou need to move, Steevil!
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 23, 2006 02:27 PMGlad you aren't still feeling the aftershocks of the fall.
Take comfort in the fact that you don't have any dog hair mixed into your dust boa constrictors. It makes them extra large and vicious.
Posted by: Jordana at October 23, 2006 02:35 PMI may not be, but the house is still quivering.
As for the dust boa, I think it had raisin eyes. Or maybe it was cockroaches. ::cold shiver::
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 23, 2006 02:53 PM