I'm always taken back a step or two, not because I'm off balance, though my family may choose to disagree, but because some things just happen.
It's day three of a wasted weekend for me. I didn't plan it that way. It just happened. I was shopping, minding my own business, finished, headed for the parking lot when, out of the blue, my body screamed a painful tear from my backside, around my hip and straight down to my knee. I was so surprised.
I did not fall, or twist wrong. I was just getting on with my day when my bod decided it had enough.
Two days with my very best friend when these things happen, ICE, Aleve for pain and plenty of rest AFTER my son helped me into the house and got me into the recliner with lots of supportive pillows everywhere.
Finally on day 3, I was able to get my day going almost back to normal.
A trip to the farm, rounded up my Grandmothers old cane, she looks rather goosish, don't you think,... and I was off and running.
You can't keep a good man or gal down, as Pa always used to say. I now understand how Dad's cane and Grandma's were their best friend, always there to support them when they needed it. It's amazing how a little piece of wood can be so useful. Today, I was grateful for that.
Then, as if things weren't stressful enough, we got bombarded with flying ants today.
They were everywhere, but all coming out of the hole left in the kitchen ceiling where the water damage took out several ceiling tiles due to the ice dams we had on the roof after the quick thaw of our two feet of snow. Oh, yes, we do love the thaw., and oh, yes, we do hate the intruders. B l a s t dem varmints! I must have swept up 300 of them. Look out ants, you will not be safe here...
Bill is a very happy man. Andy's old truck that he has been working on, is finally out of the garage. Yipee!!! And, it runs., dropping a bit of rust, but it runs easily from point A to point B.....so good~
But, look closer. When I took this picture this evening, I see he has a Ghostly Ford Friend in the passenger seat.
But Bill is happy his Lil Blue New Holland has it's rightful place back inside the garage.
I see Bill's up to something again., oh but always. He loves his freedom to complete a project uninterrupted. I think he plans to do something sweet with that big, flat pan.
I'll bet it's going to taste pretty good on pancakes.
After all, it's that time of year again.