On the 24th, my Mom and Dad came over. My Mom watched the bean so Dad and I could put up the skirt below the porch and close in the last 6 foot space that allowed air to freeze my pipes. We worked steadily from 9AM until 1:45 AM. We were at the very end of the project, getting ready to go inside for the lunch I'd prepared and baked that morning.
The observant among us will have noticed something not quite right in the picture above. I was on the ladder, when there suddenly was no support from the left. I felt that I was going down, knew that it was going to be the last gasp of my knees if I landed on them, and managed to twist enough to land on my butt. And part of my right shin... oh, and I gently bumped my right funnybone. Not even enough to make a bruise.
Looking around, I was relieved to see this:
|ha! metal fatigue in the support, not bad balance|
Anyway, quick trip to the emergency room shows that funny bone bumps? Not so funny.
|bone in wrist cracked by MY OWN TENDONS. Heh.|
On the other hand (as it were), there was this waiting for me.
|"Ma, I wanna cuddle!"|
|1 started, 4 to go.....|
Hehe, take that Winter!!