Jilda and I met one of our friends for lunch today. She's going through a hard time right now. I wish there was something we could do to help, but it seemed today was a day for listening.
Afterwards, we picked up Jilda's sister and went to buy flowers for Decoration Day which is next weekend at the cemetery where Jilda's folks are buried.
While at the store a woman who worked there knew my name. I realized that she recognized me from my newspaper column. We spoke briefly.
Once home, I called my nephew Haven to ask him to help reattach the power mast on the barn. Last month when the storm swept through, a pine tree fell on the power line and subsequently snatched to mast off.
The mast is a 40-pound pipe about 10 feet long, and it had to be hoisted back up through a hole in the roof. I couldn't manage it by myself so Haven came over to help.
He was on the ladder and I was pushing from the ground. Dirt daubers had built nests of dried clay around the roof and as we hoisted the mast up, stuff started falling down on us. I told Haven to be careful not to get something in his eyes. I was looking down so as not to get something in my eyes.
And just like that, a short piece of wood from the roof fell and whacked me on the nose. I bled like a stuck hog as my daddy used to say.
I got the bleeding stopped and we secured the mast. When I got to the house, it looked as if I'd gone eight rounds with a prizefighter.
Tonight, not only is my nose still sore, but my head is aching. I think it's going to be an early night.
Y'all have a blessed Sunday.
Afterwards, we picked up Jilda's sister and went to buy flowers for Decoration Day which is next weekend at the cemetery where Jilda's folks are buried.
While at the store a woman who worked there knew my name. I realized that she recognized me from my newspaper column. We spoke briefly.
Once home, I called my nephew Haven to ask him to help reattach the power mast on the barn. Last month when the storm swept through, a pine tree fell on the power line and subsequently snatched to mast off.
The mast is a 40-pound pipe about 10 feet long, and it had to be hoisted back up through a hole in the roof. I couldn't manage it by myself so Haven came over to help.
He was on the ladder and I was pushing from the ground. Dirt daubers had built nests of dried clay around the roof and as we hoisted the mast up, stuff started falling down on us. I told Haven to be careful not to get something in his eyes. I was looking down so as not to get something in my eyes.
And just like that, a short piece of wood from the roof fell and whacked me on the nose. I bled like a stuck hog as my daddy used to say.
I got the bleeding stopped and we secured the mast. When I got to the house, it looked as if I'd gone eight rounds with a prizefighter.
Tonight, not only is my nose still sore, but my head is aching. I think it's going to be an early night.
Y'all have a blessed Sunday.
Oh, I'm sorry! But you were probably very lucky it didn't land on an eye or temple. I guess you already have your answers ready when people ask about it?
ReplyDeleteI hope you feel better after a night of rest... how scary:/
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry you got hurt but glad it wasn't worse...although, please don't be mad, I did smile and shake my head when you indicated that even though you were injured..possibly with a broken nose or a concussion....you finished the job first, then went into the house for first aid! What a guy thing to do! Hope you're feeling better tomorrow, but I'm thinking you will look a bit worse...just make up a really great story about how bad the "other guy" looks!
ReplyDeleteI hope you will feel better soon, Rick. Regarding your friend... if you listened to her, you did help her. Listening to somebody is a blessing. It is a simple act, but it can make a world of difference in somebody's life. Take care.
ReplyDeletePamper yourself today.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie