I had a very exciting weekend! First, I typed The End on Book 4 on Thursday afternoon, an entire week before my deadline. My plan was to let it sit for a day or so, and then start reading it again for any last minute changes. I honestly can't remember what I did on Friday — this is typical after I finish a book. I know I went to the post office to finally mail prizes to a couple of you! And I may have gone grocery shopping.
Friday evening, bolstered by the knowledge I need to write a sheikh novella very soon, I talked the hubby into watching Lawrence of Arabia for the gazillionth time. I do love that movie. The desert, Omar Sharif, the horses, the camels, the locations (the buildings were actually Moorish buildings in Spain, but the desert scenes are in Jordan). Gorgeous scenery, fabulous story. I've actually read the book on which the movie is based — twice. Lawrence was quite a wordsmith. (There's a whole other side to the story about the Arab perspective, which he does not necessarily portray accurately, but that's another topic.)
On Saturday, we had planned to go to dinner with my parents. We'd arranged it earlier in the week, and once I remembered we were doing so, I was quite excited about it. We have discovered a wonderful German restaurant in town that has authentic food and decor. It's like being transported to a German cafe! (And no, for the locals reading, I am NOT talking about Olde Heidelberg.)
While waiting for my parents to arrive, I decided I wanted to get my Autumn wreath out of the attic. Big mistake. I have never gone into the attic for a reason, I later realized.
The repairman assures me that people stepping through the ceiling is quite common, in fact. I now have a large hole in my kitchen ceiling, and I scared the bejeebers out of myself when I took a step and there was no floor beneath me. My leg punched through, I fell on my wrist, and my kitchen looked like it had snowed because of the insulation everywhere.
Fortunately, aside from the hole, there was no lasting damage. My wrist is doing better, and my thigh isn't as bruised as I thought it would be. I scared my poor hubby to death, and he informs me that he's never seen the cat's tail that poofed out before. Apparently I scared her too. 🙂
Sunday was quite normal in contrast, and yesterday I sent my book to my editor. How was your weekend? Any adventures? Have you done something so dumb as step through the ceiling before? Come on, make me feel better! Tell me your embarrassing or silly adventures.
A few years ago, my darling daughter got a staph infection over Easter weekend. We took her to the doctor/urgent care and they gave her a script for a med that I KNEW would give her horrible stomach problems. I had gone upstairs to write a note to her four teachers (second grade) to let them know that is she said she had to go, she had to go. No ques asked. On my way down the stairs, I tripped and flipped and broke my foot. We were back at the same urgent care within two hours!
Boy was my face red.
I hope your ceiling is fixed soon. And I hope your wrist feels better soon!!
Oh wow, Christine! What a weekend that must have been. 🙁
My wrist is feeling much better, thanks! And the hole should be repaired this week.
Let’s try not to have any crazy adventures this week! 😀
(((Hugs))) hope your wrist gets better soon. *Psst* don’t tell – but the DH fell out of bed last night! 1st time in 10 years that I’ve known him to do that – and he hadn’t even been drinking! Once I checked that he was ok I did sucumb to a fit of giggles at 02.30 in the morning!
Bless! He was a bit sore this morning – so I made him breakfast in bed… Take care. Caroline
LOL, Caroline! Your poor hubby. Hope he’s feeling better too! 🙂
It’s not something you forget! I scared my hubby and the cat pretty bad. 🙂
Aw, Lynn! Wishing you back to regular form very soon. Attic ceilings can be quite deadly, not to mention the other things hanging around, like literally… spiders. Ack!
We were cutting down large limbs in the back yard. Hubby was on a 20 foot ladder with a chain saw roaring loudly. He made a cut into the wood that would send the limb, approx. 30+ in diameter, crashing to the ground. Only the limb got caught on a smaller limb and ricocheted toward me, where I stood at the bottom rung on the ladder to keep said latter from falling out from under hubby. Fearing the ladder would be crushed or would cause hubby to fall with running chain saw in hand, I stretched my right arm out to push the limb away from the ladder. Wrongo! Guess what gave? Me. The ladder was jostled. My legs got tangled in the bottom of it, almost breaking my foot, scratching and bruising my thighs. My arm was hyper-extended from the impact of the limb and had to be put in a cast.
That’s love. Putting yourself in harm’s way so hubby won’t saw off a leg or fall to his death. Aw, shucks! It’s just more comic fodder for the family.
Let me tell you about my slip-n-splash adventure some day. 🙄
Now that is an adventure, Kathy! Glad no one lost a limb (hahahaha!). 🙂
Uh, that should be ladder, not latter. Geez! 😡
Ack! Do my eyes deceive me? I don’t think I misspelled it afterall. 😛
This weekend, nothing really amusing, but the same exact thing has happened at my house. My husband thought he would put in a ceiling fan. Well, that was not to be done easily. He stepped through the ceiling–then tried to fix it while using LOTS of creative words. LOL
Lynn, I am glad you are feeling better! Now just think you have a GREAT scene for a story. 🙂
Mary, we found a professional who came out yesterday and now I no longer have a hole in my ceiling! Thank the Lord, because I hated seeing that hole.