Don't Tell Mom
During one brief excursion outside this week,( which qualified as getting out to exercise), I fixed the flag on this abandoned barn that had blown back into the window. Let's just say it was one of those moments that my sisters and I refer to as "Don't tell Mom" moments.
Climbing up into the upper level of this barn to free the flag (by propping open a trap door that swings up and climbing up a pallet that I balanced on top of an old work bench) was one thing. Getting back down was another. I'm not going to tell you how long I sat up there playing every possible scenario through my mind before deciding that no one was going to save me and I had to try to get down or stay there... forever. The two most probable possibilities seemed to be ... that my foot would miss my pallet ladder and I would fall off the workbench and break my leg...or that I would kick the board that I had propped the trap door open with, causing the door to fall shut, hitting me in the head and knocking me out... as I missed my pallet ladder and rolled off the workbench and would regain consciousness on the barn floor, with a broken leg... either way somehow winding up in the hospital where I don't want to be with all the Corona Virus patients. I guess my guardian angel was on the job because I made it down safely, and just to make sure I don't have to do this again, I turned a plastic garbage can upside down, balanced it on some rocks and climbed up and stapled down the ends of the flag so it won't blow back into the window. (Thank you again Guardian Angel) Don't tell Mom.
I have a feeling that not working is just going to leave me with a whole lot more time to get into trouble! did I mention that I just bought a chain saw!!
Don't Tell Mom
During one brief excursion outside this week,( which qualified as getting out to exercise), I fixed the flag on this abandoned barn that had blown back into the window. Let's just say it was one of those moments that my sisters and I refer to as "Don't tell Mom" moments.
Climbing up into the upper level of this barn to free the flag (by propping open a trap door that swings up and climbing up a pallet that I balanced on top of an old work bench) was one thing. Getting back down was another. I'm not going to tell you how long I sat up there playing every possible scenario through my mind before deciding that no one was going to save me and I had to try to get down or stay there... forever. The two most probable possibilities seemed to be ... that my foot would miss my pallet ladder and I would fall off the workbench and break my leg...or that I would kick the board that I had propped the trap door open with, causing the door to fall shut, hitting me in the head and knocking me out... as I missed my pallet ladder and rolled off the workbench and would regain consciousness on the barn floor, with a broken leg... either way somehow winding up in the hospital where I don't want to be with all the Corona Virus patients. I guess my guardian angel was on the job because I made it down safely, and just to make sure I don't have to do this again, I turned a plastic garbage can upside down, balanced it on some rocks and climbed up and stapled down the ends of the flag so it won't blow back into the window. (Thank you again Guardian Angel) Don't tell Mom.
I have a feeling that not working is just going to leave me with a whole lot more time to get into trouble! did I mention that I just bought a chain saw!!