I came home the other day and noticed that the back door, which leads to our deck, was practically pulled off the hinges and wouldn't close properly. If my daughter and her buddy hadn't been sitting in the living room, calmly blowing up Nazis on the Playstation 3, I would have suspected burglars. I found a screwdriver, fixed the door, patted myself on the back for handling this without requiring my husband's assistance, and went to the kitchen to get more coffee.
There I discovered a cabinet door also pulled off its hinges. Ok, it was getting a little weird now.
Hours passed, there was laundry to do and dinner to cook, and I stopped thinking about it.
In the middle of the meal, Betty looked up, stared at the back door for a long moment, and said, "I fell today!" Turns out, she was trying to let one of cats in or out (which I've asked her not to do about a million times), started to topple over, and grabbed the door knob to try to stay on her feet. It didn't work.
I asked, "Did you also fall in the kitchen?"
"Yes, I fell twice today. I forgot!" she said. She was excited to remember the falls because she was quite sore and couldn't remember why.
Fortunately, she wasn't badly hurt, and the doors were easily fixed.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
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