The beast isn't the sweet little old lady, my ancient Quilly who is 14 or 15, can barely see or hear. No, it wasn't her fault.
It is the thing BEHIND her that caused the big fall.
Pellet stoves require a lot of attention. You have to drag 40 pound bags into the house. Then the beast must be fed at least twice a day. And on occasion, you must clean the belly of the beast or the beast won't work at all.
That happened this morning. So I shut the beast down, scooped out smoldering pellet cinders and ashes in a little metal pot with a lid. Carried the pot outside to dump it out.
Then, my foot hit ice. Actually both feet hit ice, I slipped, then landed forward, smacking both of my knees and my right palm on the concrete. Guess what happened to the smoldering pot full of cinders and ashes?
It popped open onto my OTHER hand.
Immediately realizing that a burning coal was on my left index finger and causing major steam, I jumped up, then I did the thing most people do when they feel kindof silly for falling:
I looked around and felt embarrassed, hoping nobody saw.
Now, safe inside, with the beast fully ablaze, my knees and hand ache and I have a huge blister on my finger that is killing me! My son gave me a medicated bandaid that looks like a slice of bacon (you'd have to know my son).
The beast must be fed, cleaned and emptied. But never underestimate freezing rain.
Finally, my final final of the term was completed TONIGHT!
I am done with fall term and have a break till January 4th.
The shelf on my desk, as pictured above, has been lined with these little sticky reminders to keep me organized. I have been adding them and plucking them off all term. Finally I have taken the last one off tonight! It feels good to have them cleared off for now!
Do you ever wonder about old pictures like these? I see them all the time when I am out and about in search of jewelry inventory for my etsy business. Sometimes I can't help but buy a few and take them home. My sister buys them if they have names, then tries to find the family. I just like to take them home cause maybe noone else will. And I hate to see treasures like these without a home. How does that happen, anyway?
It's not just the faces in the photos that get me. I also like the furniture. And the jewelry. And sometimes I just love how a human can be contorted to look like they have the waist of our beloved Barbie. How do they DO that? And still breathe?
Welcome to sign of the dimes! I am Kristy, and here is where I share my musings and photography. I believe our thoughts shape our lives and I try to keep mine positive. I hope you will find inspiration here on my blog.