Saturday we had a freak gust of wind rip through our neighborhood. It lifted my glass-topped picnic table off my back porch and carried it just far enough so that it could crash land in my grass and shatter into thousands of pieces (thousands is not an exaggeration). It also busted my beautiful umbrella.I spent five hours over the weekend picking all of those individual pieces of glass up. In the end, I had to individually comb through each blade of glass on my knees to search out each glass shard. My fingers are now encased in thousands of tiny cuts. (thousands is an exaggeration). I needed to be extra thorough because Bons walks around bare-footed back there, but I'm still not positive every single piece was picked up, because I was finding them half buried in the dirt. I think I'm going to need to do one more comb-through before I declare it Bonnie-safe back there.
I'm not sure about the whole "bad things come in threes," thing, but I'll take it if these are my three bad things. The bike situation has been rectified. The glass table is (mostly) cleaned up. Just need to figure out about that whole "possible seizure situation" and then life will be back to normal.
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| My poor fingers. Now I'll never marry a fine gentleman. |
Oh Jill, I do hope this is indeed the end of the bad things in threes, however, I do love the caption of your fingers picture. IT'S AWESOME!
ReplyDeleteDo you have a ShopVac or a friend with one? That might help with the glass picking up.
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I can't believe you let bonnie walk around barefooted outside.
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