May 09 2012
Down and Dirty
In addition driving me crazy yesterday, Clyde also managed to get between me and the stairs, right before I left for work. I tripped down the last three steps, bruising my left forearm (and butt!) in a horrifying and lumpy manner, and doing something to my right foot which makes me a little limpish. But only when I walk.
Calamity Suzy rides (or falls) again!
Still, I think we can all agree that it’s an improvement over falling off the top of the stairs.
Today, my brother is going to stop by the jobette and pick up a tarp and random hunks of wood, which Rob brought over last night and stowed safely in Miss Scarlett’s capacious trunk. Why, you ask? Because my brother is going to pick up a truckload of dirt for me on the way home, and you have to cover it up and weight it down so your investment doesn’t end up flying all over the highway instead of making a comfortable home for your flowers. I’m looking forward to getting some things done in the garden over the next few days.
Hopefully I won’t fall off the truck while shoveling dirt. Stay tuned…
2 Responses to “Down and Dirty”
Dang cats have a way of always getting underfoot. I can’t tell you how many times a day he trips me up. Then he has the nerve to hiss at me! At least I haven’t been tripped on the stairs. Yet. Hope you’re feeling better.
Make sure you keep the cats off the back of the truck, this way, you may have a chance.