Doctor Bayouth seconded my son's diagnosis about the swelling on tiny Dorothy's belly. I was afraid it was a hernia, since the vet had warned that could be a problem after she was injured after being attacked by Dixie.
But my son had been reassuring me that the damage was only muscular. The vet agreed, but added that she may never walk straight again. We call her Sidewinder, because she has a wiggly, little, crookedy walk.
I feel like I may never walk straight again myself. In the last few weeks, I have been injured almost every Wednesday.
We have decided that I must be cursed.
Getting ready for Romantic Gothic Ghosts workshop, I stood on a small chair to reach the chandelier to take down a fly strip. (yes, a yucky, disgusting fly strip was hanging from my crystal chandy, I'd rather have flies on that than on my kitchen stuff!)
The chair was a bit more wobbly than I realized and as it started to topple, I did my best to not get wrapped up in a be-speckled fly strip. In my horror of the possibility of having that stick to me, I twisted away from it, desperate to not get caught in the icky, carcass covered goo, fell badly, sprained a finger and beat myself up a bit.
The next Wednesday, I was mopping up the pup pen in the garage and Twinkle entwined herself in my feet, along with nine babies. While doing my best to not step on one, I slipped, and did the splits on the wet concrete, and ended up with a pulled groin muscle.
It might have been a while since I'd done the splits. 30 years?
But no, it was still on when Wednesday struck again.
We were putting our boat away for the season, parking it in a generous friend's large barn. When we arrived, another boat was right inside the door. Instead of waiting for the owner to move his speedboat, we decided to just move it ourselves.
It was on cement. It had wheels. Why not?
Because it is heavy and unpredictable when it starts to roll, that is why! It came rolling at me, I was at the opening of the garage, guiding the front of the boat when it went wild, and I whacked my wrist on the tongue of the trailer.
As if that wasn't enough, I backed into the propeller of my own boat parked behind me and gashed my head, knocked myself silly for a bit and laid on the ground and cried like a little girl. Then, got up and helped heave the boat out of the gravel, back up over the lip onto the concrete. Eventually, my husband and I managed to get it maneuvered to the other side of the building and our own boat backed in next to it.
But I was grumpy and my wrist had a knot the size of a golf ball on it.
Maybe not, the curse might be waning. I was walking to my car from the grocery store and slipped in a wet, oily spot in the parking lot on this week's unlucky day.
But I didn't fall down! A bit of windmilling with grocery bags flying around me, some unladylike flopping around, and I caught my balance. The rest of the day went by with no incident.
Maybe the curse has been broken? I hope so because we are flying to NC to a wedding soon. On a WEDNESDAY!
Well, maybe I'm just clumsy and due to take a spill once a week or so... Maybe its not a curse, because over all, I tend to be very lucky. I give thanks for all the things in my life that I never thought I'd have.
And I'm quite sure that I haven't raided any tombs lately or angered any evil old gypsies.
ps- if you are not afraid to sit next to me in case I am cursed, and are a newbie at one of Kim's events, please contact me. I was hoping to pull together a group of first timers to be my table mates in April.
And don't worry, the party is on a Friday and Saturday, no Wednesdays involved.
I've started to reopen my poor, little, long neglected Etsy shop. So far, I've added some bottle brush trees that I have been working on.
Yep, I know, its a gamble this year. I have a feeling that everyone either owns or makes their own now. But, just in case someone out there doesn't have one yet, or time to make some, I have listed a few, with more to come.
Sugarwings and I enjoy dying them together so much every year, I just couldn't miss doing it.