I was in the backyard yesterday pulling nails out of the soffit frame we took down. Pull a nail, walk 5 feet, put the used nail in a pile by the sawhorses, walk back to pull the next nail. 10 times. On the 11th time, I forgot how my feet worked and got tangled up in the remnants of the original range hood cabinet. Flew through the air and landed on my bad hand and hard on both knees. On the only brick pavement in the whole backyard. My little pal was out keeping me company and was an excellent triage nurse. Thank goodness she’s tall enough to reach the ice packs.
Suffice it to say, I was extremely lucky that my injuries weren’t as bad as they could have been. Including – um – where the hell did the nail I was carrying end up? Yes, I happen to be current on my tetanus shots.
The whole incident smacked – quite literally – of walking home through the tunnel under the parkway when I was in 2nd grade. Forgot how my feet worked that day too. Poor friend Kelly had to run all the way home to tell my mom of my “grave” injuries. I still have the scar on my left palm.
Today – a teeny bit of painting. In a teeny area. The color difference is super subtle in the evening/florescent light. We’ll see how daylight hits it. It certainly doesn’t look yellow at all to me right now. (Well, since it ISN’T yellow that is probably why.) Altogether still quite lovely. Tomorrow, second coat in that corner and the rest of the upper cabinets go up.