Thursday, January 12, 2012
Close to Nowhere
Daughter on “self-destruct!”
• It’s well known that I tend to be clumsy and trip and bang myself up frequently. As a matter of fact, last Thursday, I slid across the front porch on my hands and knees, chasing a dog who was chasing a cat. And yes, my arthritic hips really hurt!
For a change though, and a strange change at that, it’s daughter Dana who is now in peril of self-destructing.
Normally, really confident and competent, especially outdoors, this past week or so, she’s outdone even me!
First, chopping kindling with a hatchet (not firewood, not an axe) some of the kindling popped up, smacked her right in the nose (which has been broken at least five times already). She looked really funny for a while and tended to list to the side and her eyes teared up a lot.
Couple days later, she was cooking a really nice meal for both houses and somehow, and even I don’t understand how and I’m a world champion at burning myself, she managed to lay the front and back sides of her wrist against two different pots. The burn on the front side looked at least like a third degree burn. It was hideous and looked very painful.
Around that same time, she managed to slice at least three and maybe four fingers very badly.
And this weekend, she topped everything off, when she tried to walk up our three wet wooden steps to the side door and her wet shoe slid off and she hit the side of her knee and shin on the corner of the step.
She has a goose egg-sized lump now, with horrible bruising, right below her knee cap. She also has a pretty good limp, which all inspired one of my brothers to ask her Sunday afternoon if she was trying to self-destruct.
Apparently she is...
• My niece Sister (Dawn) has picked up a new nickname — Zsa Zsa — from Green Acres (even though Zsa Zsa’s sister Eva played Lisa Douglas in the sitcom).
Sister, unlike Lisa Douglas, is having a ball on “the farm.”
Donkee has already learned to run straight to her for hugs and kisses and patting — the same donkey that wouldn’t let us touch him.
All the horses come right to her for petting and feeding. It’s quite a sight to see the normally classic dressed with perfect makeup Sister running around chopping wood or feeding the animals in one of my old T-shirts, old jeans and my purple Crocs. She won’t let me take her picture.
Sunday, she rode around on “the big green tractor.”
“...it’s the life for me...”
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