And with that title I must now tell you this has nothing to do with a crocus. This has to do with my inhumanity to myself. As you know, in the past 3 weeks I have thrown myself off the treadmill, face planted on the sidewalk at the kayak course, dropped my camera that I loved face down on the asphalt and now I have a concussion and a broken arm all because I changed the ink in the printer. Of course you want to know how that one happened, don't you?
Icarus, the calico cat is the one to blame on this one. Icarus attacks the printer every time I print something. So I contrived to put the printer inside the cabinet. Of course the shelf had to be lowered to facilitate this. That being done I could then put two boxes on either side of the tray the printed stuff comes out on. The boxes are there to hold the baby gate off the tray. This makes it so Icarus can only swat through the tiny squares, but she will hit nothing. This is all well and good until the printer needs a little maintenance like an ink cartridge installed. Looked easy enough during the planning stage.
Now the printer sets clear to the back and it is dark back there. On first glance it appeared that if I just got on my knees I could be on the printer level and I could see better. But of course those are the same knees that were present for the landing at the kayak course and they did not want to be knelt upon. No problem. Here is this lovely box of printer paper. Let me just set down on it and Holy Shit! Printer paper boxes are not very sturdy. I shot backwards off of that sucker and whacked my head on the bottom of the office desk which is very hard! And somewhere along that ride I sustained a laceration to my left forearm and my left elbow, but nothing compared to the knot that mysteriously appeared on my right arm.
As I lay there bruised, battered, and bleeding staring up at the bottom of the desk I wondered if there really is a God. As the stars blinked on and off in my good eye, I also wondered just who that doctor was trying to fool when he told me that I have osteoporosis and what ever I do , don't fall. Brittle bones my big fat patootie! I am ten feet tall and bullet proof. If anything was going to break I am pretty sure there should be a bone protruding through skin after any one of those "mishaps".
I have,however decided that I must start being a little more careful. So, I am going to give up exercise althogether! Now that the treadmill is safely ensconced in the basement I think I will sell it and have some one drag it up the stairs and out the door. I will need to give up walking cause sidewalks are very hard. And it looks like even this computer is out the door. Or maybe I will just put the printer back on top of the cabinet and get a spray bottle and squirt that damn cat. Oh, crud, I will probably slip in the water on the floor and break my neck for sure. No winning around here so I guess I will just go to bed.
Have a good one!
***********************sponsor links*************************Icarus, the calico cat is the one to blame on this one. Icarus attacks the printer every time I print something. So I contrived to put the printer inside the cabinet. Of course the shelf had to be lowered to facilitate this. That being done I could then put two boxes on either side of the tray the printed stuff comes out on. The boxes are there to hold the baby gate off the tray. This makes it so Icarus can only swat through the tiny squares, but she will hit nothing. This is all well and good until the printer needs a little maintenance like an ink cartridge installed. Looked easy enough during the planning stage.
Now the printer sets clear to the back and it is dark back there. On first glance it appeared that if I just got on my knees I could be on the printer level and I could see better. But of course those are the same knees that were present for the landing at the kayak course and they did not want to be knelt upon. No problem. Here is this lovely box of printer paper. Let me just set down on it and Holy Shit! Printer paper boxes are not very sturdy. I shot backwards off of that sucker and whacked my head on the bottom of the office desk which is very hard! And somewhere along that ride I sustained a laceration to my left forearm and my left elbow, but nothing compared to the knot that mysteriously appeared on my right arm.
As I lay there bruised, battered, and bleeding staring up at the bottom of the desk I wondered if there really is a God. As the stars blinked on and off in my good eye, I also wondered just who that doctor was trying to fool when he told me that I have osteoporosis and what ever I do , don't fall. Brittle bones my big fat patootie! I am ten feet tall and bullet proof. If anything was going to break I am pretty sure there should be a bone protruding through skin after any one of those "mishaps".
I have,however decided that I must start being a little more careful. So, I am going to give up exercise althogether! Now that the treadmill is safely ensconced in the basement I think I will sell it and have some one drag it up the stairs and out the door. I will need to give up walking cause sidewalks are very hard. And it looks like even this computer is out the door. Or maybe I will just put the printer back on top of the cabinet and get a spray bottle and squirt that damn cat. Oh, crud, I will probably slip in the water on the floor and break my neck for sure. No winning around here so I guess I will just go to bed.
Have a good one!
1 comment:
Sorry to hear all of your mishaps recently, but, unfortunately, that is the price you are apparently paying for refusing to sit in a rocking chair and rock your hours away like many other 70 year old ladies would. Take care and be careful.
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