Should really have told you all about this Tues evening, but was still a little shook up. Was chatting with my sister most of the evening. Didn't tell my folks until Thurs. a.m.
Okay, after all that I will say I am fine. But it was close. Real close. . .
Tuesday afternoon I was in town helping Hardy, who was replacing a garage door for his brother. The old door was a big, heavy thing made of plywood and 2 x 4's, a solid one-piecer. He had decided he was done for the day, and moved the old door into place over the opening to block it off for the night until he could come back Wed. a.m. and finish the job. He walked away to find something to brace it with so if a big wind came up in the night it wouldn't blow over. There really wasn't that much wind at the time, so we still can't figure out why it blew over, but it did.
I had turned to walk to our car when out of the corner of my eye I saw something moving. I just knew it was the door, but before I could even react, it had hit me right across my lower back. It threw me forward off the edge of the cement pad I had been standing on and I landed in a huge puddle of freezing snow, water, and gravel. I caught myself on my hands, which saved me from doing a face-plant, but gave me a good case of road-rash on the palms of both hands. I also banged my elbow on the fender of a small truck that was parked there as I flew past it.
The only thing I could think of was if that door lands on my legs on that cement pad, I'll have one, if not two, broken legs, so I wrenched myself forward as hard as I could. The door hit the back of one leg, but I managed to pull my legs out of the way before the whole weight of the door came down on them.
I don't remember screaming, but both my daughter and my husband say that I did, and they both came running. Of course, I was drenched in dirty, snowy, water, and was shaking so hard they had to help me stand, but once I took stock of my injuries, I felt very lucky to have gotten off with a few bruises and scrapes. Once I sat down and replayed it in slow motion in my mind, I realized that had I taken one more step, I would have been catapulted head-first into the grill of the truck that was there, or even if my feet had been positioned right-first instead of left-first, I would have gone head-first into the truck. A few bruises seems a small price to pay rather than having a major catastrophy. I jokingly said to Hardy that I wonder how badly my guardian angel is hurt, but even now as I think about it, I still send little "Thank you" prayers winging heavenward.
Love those new pics of Healdburg, Donna. You have a really nice looking city that you call home. {:-)
Trudy, glad your computer woes are nearly over (hopefully!) I remember a couple of years ago I had computer trouble for the better part of the year. I said more bad words that year than I have since then all put together. . .
My sister just told me that my mom has another abcessed tooth. She doesn't have that many teeth left, so it wouldn't be that difficult to add another tooth to her partial, but for some stupid reason her dentist thinks he's going to do 2 root canals on a 90-yr-old woman. Quite frankly, I don't think she has the capability in her body to endure something like that. She weighs 84 lbs for goodness sake!
Well, Hardy just came in the house with the brackets I cut for him just before I came here. I cut them on my scroll-saw, and he had to router the edges and drill the screw-holes in them for mounting them onto the wall. We are making a display shelf for my (very expensive) Bradford Exchange Christmas Village.
I've got quite a few of my Christmas decorations up already, and Hardy said we'd bring in the tree on Monday. . . {:-) {:-) {:-) I've also been playing Christmas music since Nov. 1st.
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