This week has been full of ’em.
Tuesday evening I was waiting on my son to get ready to leave for Awards Night. He didn’t want to get there “too” early. I am in a constant state of can’t-get-enough-done right now. Or is that always? Anyway, I decided to hang a curtain rod in my oldest son’s bedroom since he’s home from college for the summer and my awesome friend was kind enough to cut the curtains to right length and make a new hanging-pocket at the top (or whatever you call that section you slide the rod through). So, I was climbing on a pillow-top mattress….which doesn’t give the firmest footing. My youngest son decided it was finally time to go … and was calling for me. With my well-known lack-of gracefulness, I attempted to step off the mattress onto a chair, which tipped and sent me onto a milk crate, which tipped, and I landed in a crumple on the floor. My youngest walked in and started to help me up. I told him, “Just take the screwdriver before I really hurt myself” as I shook off my sore wrist. He asked why I was hanging a curtain at that particular time. I said, “Killing time.” He asked, “Why can’t you watch tv like a normal person?”
The next night, I had lawn-mower-night-from-hell. It is absolutely impossible to keep up with the yard right now. It would be hard if we lived on a hill. However, we live in a flat, poorly-drained area. I had a small window of opportunity to do a little mowing. I arrived home after a Chamber of Commerce meeting, which was after work, with no one home, no one to make supper for – well besides feeding the animals, of course. After chores, I started the Marla MacGyver show (Lawn Mower Episode). Another of my awesome friends likes to see me in MacGyver/Farm Girl mode…. she would have delighted in this episode. First of all … no gas in the mower or tank. Fine. Made a trip to town for gas. Gassed up mower, started to mow – mulching-mower did not like the tall, thick, wet grass. Decided to fire up the “Beast” mower. However, it was on the trailer with a flat. Fine. I aired up the tire, gassed up the mower, fought with (and won) the ratchet straps. Side note: ratchet straps make me crazy!! I didn’t want to mess with unhooking the tilt-trailer from the truck, so I drug out the ramps and set them up at the end of the trailer. The mower wouldn’t start. Fine. I finagled the choke – it is not a normal choke. It is an improvised, rigged-up choke. I got it started. Now … keep in mind I am used to running the other mower and all the pedals and levers are different!! I turned to monitor my alignment with the ramps, pushed the gas and almost flew off the front of the trailer. Ooops. THIS mower has a gear shifty thing that must be manually moved to reverse … not done by pedal like the other mower. Took a few deep breaths to calm heart beat. Once again turned to watch my descent on the ramps … ramp started to slide, but I was close enough to earth that we made it with just a small bump. FINALLY ready to mow. Too wet near the barn lot … almost got stuck in the first round of mowing. Back-n-forth, back-n-forth – made it out of that predicament by throwing a little mud. Mowed along, heard a clunkity-clunk – What the hooey was that? Ewww… bird carcass …. No time to mourn – hurry, hurry. Had more issues with that darn Forward/Reverse lever and smacked my arm/elbow on the old, wooden wagon in the front yard. No blood; kept mowing. Knew that MacGyver-loving friend was picking me up to walk at 8 p.m. Checked the time – decided to call it quits and start the pick-up process of all the ramps, gas can, air compressor, etc. The walk with my friend was so relaxing.
So, the next night I decided to pay a little attention to my toes and apply the new polish I bought. A little Magenta Mirage would be so cute! After the first couple of swipes … I thought it looked funny. A little more and I decided I had bought expired polish. It just was not looking right. I didn’t have time to take it off, so I tried to smooth it, but it didn’t want to smooth. I finally just hoped the clear, top-coat would help and I went on my merry way to town for dinner with kids and friends. I studied my toes after that. Awful! Then, my dim bulb started to brighten … I had purchased the nail polish that is supposed to crackle! I had antiqued my toes! I asked myself … why can’t I just kill time like a normal person and watch tv???