That's my cat Bosco - looking out an icy window today and wondering how the hell it could be 12 degrees in Tennessee in broad daylight.
Global warming can't come soon enough. Rumors indicate that it will arrive sometime in June - or July.
I appreciated the comments on my previous post - and I apologize for not responding to them this time. Today my Response Mode isn't working.
Actually, I almost deleted that post because I didn't think it was funny.
But then I figured
Hell, if I delete all my unfunny posts, there won't be anything left.
Welcome to Wanda, who is a fellow Tennessean and owns a Tracfone. I live in northern, TN, Wanda - only a few miles from Kentucky.
So - what's this about Repeat Performance?
I got up early (too early) this morning and the bathroom hot water pipe was frozen. Again.
This time it took well over an hour to thaw it out. I was almost ready to abandon hope but my persistence finally yielded results.
It's presently late afternoon and I'm going to take a nap, so I can regenerate and prepare for another frigid night.
For those of you new to my blog, I'll briefly recap my falls:
Twenty years ago I fell down a flight of stairs and landed directly on the base of my spine, sustaining a very (and I mean very) nasty injury.
I vowed it would never happen again.
Last winter, when I first moved to Tennessee, I fell on the ice twice - landing on the exact same spot of my spine. It's now a year later and I still have pain and trouble walking.
I vowed it would never happen again.
The mountain terrain on my property is all slopes and angles - there's not a level spot. It's treacherous when there's ice or rain. Hell, it's treacherous even on a dry day. I now use extreme caution whenever I walk outside, and I also use a walking stick.
Today was a rare dry day - no ice, no rain. But there is mud.
Need I go any farther? You can already guess what happened.
I walked out to my car to get a few things that were in the trunk: a twelve-pack case of Coke, a thirty pound bag of cat litter, and a four-roll pack of toilet paper.
I didn't bring a walking stick. My arms were loaded with all the stuff. I laboriously dragged myself up the hill and almost made it to the back porch.
That's when I slipped on some mud.
I wish I had this on video, because seeing it would be much more entertaining than describing it.
I was suddenly airborne.
I literally flew onto the back porch, head first, and landed directly on a lawn chair.
Somehow, the thirty pound bag of kitty litter landed on me, the Coke cans rolled everywhere, and only God knows where the toilet paper went. The once-sturdy lawn chair broke into pieces. And I mean pieces.
I had instinctively broken the fall with my arms and subsequently injured my wrists. A chunk of flesh was gouged out of my left wrist, courtesy of the metal lawn chair. It wasn't until I was laying there, face down, that my chest, knees, and left leg started hurting.
As stars and birdies swirled around my head - like in a Warner Brother's cartoon - I realized that I was fortunate I didn't land on my spine.
I really felt sick for several hours after I finally crawled inside.
And I had unholy visions of what might have happened if I hadn't been able to get up:
After I froze to death and the coyotes were feasting on my body, my three cats would watch and laugh from the kitchen window.
Is there a happy ending to this tale of woe? Naw, not a chance. I not only ache in a wide assortment of uncomfortable places, my pride hurts, too.
And I vow that it will never happen again.
Since I have no photos of me falling on my ass in Tennessee, I've decided to treat you to these pics that were taken when I lived in Texas.
I had set the timer on my camera with the inane intention of taking some pictures of myself fooling around in a wheelbarrow. Naturally, the damn thing toppled over just as the camera was clicking.
