No pictures, Blogger is playing games so words are taking long enough.
We got rain!!!!!!!! Wonderful, life-giving rain. I can already see the grass greening up. Hope we get enough to get a good winter pasture started because we certainly will not have hay from here.
I was grateful when no one was hurt in the truck accident. I am also grateful no one was hurt, well, not much, during the execution of my graceful accident last night.
As you have read I have been repairing and working in where it's cool...and yes, I'm keeping the chair.
I have also been painting on canvas. My end product was strange and like no painting I've completed before.
My plan was to paint two canvases for each side of our bed to balance with our matching lamps, chrome and glass side tables and a foo-foo lacy back drop. Sounds horrible, right? One canvas to represent me in some way and the other to represent Hubby.
My paint usually does better than it did this time. It made me paint this horrible dark picture with a tornado, a cave, stormy skies, cascading water and some unidentified metal thing hovering over it all. I puzzled over this. I looked close and far away and still didn't really know WHY I had painted this.
Soooooo, I decided to hang it on the wall just to get the feel of it 'cause it sure wasn't feeling right on the easel.
I retrieve the drill, have a screw, screw it in, screw it out and then decide I'm not tall enough to get it right. Here's where you can laugh and the accident begins.
I climb on the bed, can't quite reach the spot I need so I stretch my left toe to brace on the metal cross frame of the (stupid looking) cute little side table, you know, the one with glass. I hold the screw in place, start the drill and all hell breaks loose. The glass breaks, the lamp drops to the second shelf, the painting flies through the air, I bounce off the wall and back to the bed and slide into the floor. But, by golly, I'm still holding that drill!
I sit for a moment and think how stupid can some one be...use the right tools like a step ladder! I notice blood, lots of glass, and my over turned table. I'm angry at myself! Now my tables don't match any more.
I go to the kitchen for the trash can, the broom and dust pan and a wet rag to clean up my bloody foot prints. Picked up glass, set the lamp BESIDE the table, cleaned the floor and examined my filleted foot. I discover I am grateful for the fillet. It was about three inches long on the bottom of my foot. If it had gone in instead of across the glass would have been completely through my foot.
So now, my next project is to repair the side table. Oh, and the painting...I've decided I don't like it at all!
