painting in the basement

with cory moving home in a month or so i've been wroking on the basement.  i now have the walls done and need to do some touch up and the center post, etc done.  today was the last of the big painting...however i had some help.

for some reason, darby loves the smell of solvents.  she has chewed up the gas can spouts and the screwtop for the lawn mower.  i noticed a few lick spots on the brown paint that i'll have to touch up.  today i finished the blue paint and went upstairs to wash out the brush and roller pan.  york was watching but darby was missing...

toto's moving a little slow this week

beware the picture is pretty gross so ....

so as you see, i had my biannual trip to the emergency room. luckily it was 8pm on thursday july 1st. it was empty. they have revised and remodeled their reception and procedures. it was about 1hr start to finish. at 58 you'd think that i'd quit doing things that need stitches. shit!

so how did this happen? simply. it hadn't rained in several weeks so breaking with my cheap financial and environmental beliefs i hate to water but it was getting bad. besides i usually forget to turn off the water. i tend remember in the middle of the night or when i get the paper in the morning. so i was being a wise steward and going down the back deck stairs to turn off the water.

i carefully went down the stairs and when i got to the bottom landing i took a big step and slipped on the wet mossy planks. quick as wink i'm laying on the patio wondering what the hell did i do. it took a minute or so to figure out i'm alive and stupid. once the wave of pain passed, it hobbled over to turn off the water. i kept thinking that if i didn't do it now i'd have do do it later.

i climbed up the stairs. got a towel and sat in the chair. i looked down and looked. shit this is going to take stitches. i started getting chills so i sat there thinking where's my phone. after another few minutes i was good to go. i changed my pants to pajama shorts thinking i may never get the chance to change. i found my insurance card and drove to the ER. it's only 12 blocks away. i go by there every day to work. besides i've been there at least 5 times. 3 for me.

it was very efficient. the PA pumped me up with numbing agent and began cleaning. while this is happening the admit people asked for my ins cards. really easy.

16 stitches and an hour later i'm on my way home. no pain till the next night. when cory reminded me that i have pain pills from surgery in january i've been good to go.

cory is having a great time in maine. i haven't actually talked to him - maybe tomorrow- but his texts are great. he watched fireworks the camp had on the 4th, he loves getting packages from home, he gets a day off tomorrow, they've been telling kids scary stories. the kids keep him running and he's having the time of his life! everything he hoped it would be.

i'm fine, dogs are fine after their vet trip - yeasty ear for darby and a hot spot for york- and cory is great.

xxxooo to all.