Oh, to be ‘normal’

Life at my house has always been somewhat different than a “normal” life. What is normal anyway? We don’t know.

The current craziness started with problems with my sewing machine. I have (had) an industrial brand home sewing/quilting machine. Real work horse. It’s only about seven or eight years old so when it started sewing funny  I took it to be cleaned. That always cures a funny sewing machine.

Didn’t this time. The computer innards had separated or something and it wasn’t worth tossing out.

The people where I bought that machine were really nice, gave me discounts and all kinds of goodies, so I now have a brand new sewing machine just like my old one.

Then, we started having problems with the DirecTV. The guy came and fixed it -- only problem was that it wasn’t the satellite -- it was the television.

How does one go about buying a new TV nowadays? I did what I do with everything and ordered it online. I’d ordered one for my sewing room last year and that worked out OK, so, I thought, I can try it again.

Worked like a charm. And the FedEx lady who delivers to my house is amazing. She got that big ole TV box out of the van and into my carport all by herself!

Kris and I got it into the house and the guy from DirecTV came back out and set it all up.  I now have at least three HDMI outlets and am learning to turn the TV on again.

Sometimes, I still have to drag Kris out of his room and get help though.

So for a day or so, everything seemed to be quieting down. All the excitement of things breaking and having to be replaced seemed to be over.

Yeah, right.

I was outside, in the mud, in my houseshoes one day, shoving the big old outside garbage can around. I know you won’t believe this, but I slipped. One of my legs went running off all by itself. That one leg wanted to experiment with doing the splits.

I didn’t know I had muscles  in my groin. I now know that  when those guys in track and field lay down and roll around groaning they aren’t kidding or showing off.

I tried laying down and screaming a couple times and just got ignored.

I have never had anything hurt like that. Three weeks later and it still hurts and I’m still hobbling on a walker.

Go ahead, laugh. I’ll just cry some more...