In case you're wondering where I've been, I had a small accident on Thursday last week.
I'm okay, just sore and bruised.
Let me start at the beginning....
It all started innocently enough that morning, when my mom mentioned that a 1930s home was for sale down the street from me. The listing said it was being remodeled, but from what I had seen on the street, it looked like it was being gutted.
So, I decided to check it out.
That evening I went on a walk with Mini and Bubba, and on the way back, I went to look at the house my mom had mentioned.
First, I looked in the front windows and sadly I was right. All the details were taken out and even the stair railing was gone.
Well, that wasn't enough for me, so I went around the back to see the kitchen. I had a feeling it was gone too, but apparently I like to torture myself.
The construction workers happened to be building a staircase over a ditch, and in order to get a look through the kitchen windows I had to climb it. The problem was they had only built the risers and had left one board in order to step up onto the deck.
The board wasn't attached.
The little voice in my head said not to step up, but did I listen?
As I stepped up, the board broke in two and I fell onto the riser.
Without going into details, let's just say that I couldn't sit for the last few days, and that laying down and standing were my only options.
Even now, I can only sit on pillows and only for about 10 minutes at a time.
In other words, this post took awhile to write.
So the last 4 days consisted of watching tv and laying down.
Bubba clearly enjoyed it.
Lesson to be learned?
Listen to the little voice in your head.