Okay...so I have already written about my sister Shari's encounter with a sea gull. There were other events, too. She's going to feel bad about some of them, but I'm not reporting them to shame her--only to show how bad things can happen to good people!
The first thing that occurred was the breaking of the ceramic toothbrush holder in the half-bath. It wasn't anything special--just your normal generic white holder with holes that look like a smiley face on top. Probably cost less than three bucks at the local dollar store...but it happened to her, and it required cleanup.
And then she knocked over partial cup of coffee on the light-colored carpet in our bedroom. More cleanup required. When the cleanup was over, I couldn't even tell that anything had happened. Good job!
Next was a little more serious. Shari was preparing baked steak for our supper. She needed the cooking oil in order to brown the steak, but the cooking oil was in the cabinet above the microwave over the stove. Way too high for either of us to reach it. The tall adults were gone. The tall children were upstairs in their rooms. She decided to use a chair to get to the cabinet, but the chair had other ideas. After two attempts, it went one way, and Shari went the other--on the floor, flat on her back, hitting her head and her arm and who knows what else?? Some bits of onion that were on a cutting board went flying all over the kitchen. When she landed, she was saying, "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" I was saying, "OMG! OMG! OMG!" I made her sit down while we assessed the damage. She developed a big ugly bruise on the underside of her right arm...and of course, the onion was destroyed...but nothing was broken. And the baked steak was delicious!
Toward the end of our stay, Shari was doing laundry upstairs. As she came downstairs with a small laundry basket of clean clothes, the rubberized sole of her slippers caught on the carpet...and she went down. Again. Megan and I were in the kitchen area and heard it happen. Meg went running when all I could do was sit there and mutter, "Please don't fall...please don't fall...please don't fall." But Shari had fallen! In the process, she tore off a chunk of skin on her knee through her jeans and was bleeding. Meg plopped her down in a recliner, put a band-aid with antiseptic on the boo-boo, slapped an ice bag on top of that...and there she sat for awhile. I know she felt stupid. I'm just glad she wasn't broken!!!!!
When we got home to my house from Seattle, we decided to take a run up to Trader Joe's in Zionsville, IN. I had hoped that the mishaps for Shari had stopped...but nooooo. In my kitchen, she stubbed her toe on the table and gave herself a deep paper cut on a Trader Joe's grocery sack...and it bled!
I love my sister. She's had some tough falls, etc., in the not-so-long-ago past--once, breaking a rib, and another time, breaking her wrist that required surgery. If she's going to hurt herself, I prefer that she not do it on my watch! Bubble wrap comes to mind...
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