It was beautiful early this morning, and I decided that it would be nice to sit outside and enjoy my second cup of coffee. I got my coffee ready (I drink instant coffee, so had used boiling water) and headed out to the picnic table. I set my cup down, and then when I picked it up, somehow the thing jumped right out of my hands and spilled all over my legs. OOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!
I felt as though my inner thighs had been stung by a thousand bees, not that I know what that feels like, but you get the idea. Now the embarrassing part. I had pulled comfy slacks over my shorts (I sleep in shorts and t) and I want to tell you that I was not long in whisking those pants off. Oooooh. My legs were so red, and not only that, I had spilt every drop of coffee. Not fun. In to the house I go, legs burning and a real need to get dressed. Gradually the redness faded, but the legs still hurt.
Not that I am a glutton for punishment, but I really needed a cup of coffee now, and carefully made my way back out to enjoy the birds the sun. Now the good part.
As I was sitting there wondering how I had managed to drop the cup, a car drove in the driveway, and out jumped a dear friend, who was on her way to work and stopped by to give me a plate of chocolate squares that she had made for me for my birthday. She is such a sweetheart, and a very brave and strong woman, having just completed several rounds of chemo, and has won the fight!!!!! I think chocolate has healing qualities, as I almost forgot my burn.
Next, my cleaner came, which she does every other week, and when I told her what I had done, she asked, "Do you have any aloe?" Duhhhhhh. Of course, aloe.....the healing gel, the plant that I have sitting on my kitchen window sill.......that aloe. I immediately broke off a bit and wiped the gel over my legs and eased the burning. I told Chrissy that I only had 2 brain cells, and that they were talking to each other, but in different languages. She knows me too well.
Now, that should be enough for a day, but there are just two more little things.
I spent more time weeding, and finally finished clearing the garden area. I haven't cleaned up the roots etc. That will be tomorrow. My right hand is sore, because I managed to build up quite a blister in the palm of my hand. I tried doing the dishes, but (and any excuse is a good one) the hot water hurts the blister.
I decided I wanted to put up our house number, and so I would need something to put holes in the number plate. A hammer and a nail should work........AND..... I smashed my left thumb not once, not twice, but three times. It is now swollen, and bruised, but the number is hanging.
This probably sounds like a Mr. Bean movie, but it is my real life.....I am now tired, and shortly will be going to bed, in order to face tomorrow with renewed strength.
I'll need it.