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Posted on 09/01/2006 12:43:11 PM PDT by DollyCali
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Well, so much for boating - I got ditched. Life goes on - besides, I have laundry to do and a yard to mow.
Do you believe that some things were meant to be? I think I had one of those "meant to be" situations this week.
I was in my attic putting some boxes and cheap shelving units up there for storage. I was barefoot because I like to go barefoot around the house. I stepped near some old clothing that the people before me left on the attic floor, and I felt something graze my right foot along the inside of the arch. I looked down to see a roofing nail against my foot. I stepped away quickly and looked at my foot. There wasn't a mark on my foot. The nail scratched me, but it didn't scratch hard enough to leave a mark. I moved the nail to a place where I couldn't step on it and made a mental note to wear sandals or shoes of some kind when I go in the attic again.
As I was getting ready for bed, I saw a pocket knife on the shelf next to my bed, and for some reason, I decided to open the knife. I forget what I was going to cut or why I picked it up at all. As I pulled the blade open with my left hand, my right hand lost grip on the handle. I started to grab for it but decided that grabbing a slipping knife might not be a good idea. I decided to let it fall and scooted back. The knife hit the ground about a foot to eighteen inches from my feet and bounced directly at me. It hit my right foot exactly where the nail had scratched me earlier in the evening.
It didn't hurt at all, and I wasn't worried. I was just going to pick it up, do whatever I as going to do, and go about my business. I suddenly noticed three dark spots by the knife and looked down at my foot. The blade had caught a little blood vessel on my foot, and I was bleeding like crazy. I got to the bathroom and got a gauze pad on the cut. It stopped soon after I applied the pad. I took a shower and then re-applied another pad with a good covering of Neosporin. I was fine.
Unfortunately, my carpet wasn't fine. The bedroom and bathroom looked like an episode of CSI. I was glad that I was the one cut because I knew that the cut wasn't bad. If I'd seen that much blood coming from someone else, it would have made me queasy. The bathroom tiles weren't that hard to clean, but my bedroom carpet is ruined. Fortunately, it was really in horrible shape before this happened.
Bill
The reality has been the opposite of my rosy hopes at the time. While I had a great deal to offer, the consulting company where I worked after that first layoff wasn't a place that could advance my career. Many things were done poorly there, and the job was all stress and little accomplishment. The time lost in going back to college means that I'm now far below most of my peers in terms of benefits. Most of my colleagues in my field at my company have one or two weeks more of paid vacation than I have and are a grade level ahead of me. Being laid off turned out to have been a disaster.
Bill
I'm here, but I keep telling myself that I should try to work out a little bit. I took a nice walk today, but I'd like to do a little more.
Bill
I had to work the brain today. I went to work to study for a certification test I need to get my license.
At least you had a productive day even if it wasn't much fun. I'm sorry, but I've forgotten what license you're trying to get even though my brain tells me that you mentioned it just last week.
Insurance producer's license. I have the one for Property/Casualty...I'm working on Life/Health
Will this license bring you a promotion?
Wow!!! This makes a GREAT spooky Halloween tale. Spooky attic, spooky nail, spooky knife, and blood everywhere!
Hope your foot is ok!!! Do you live by yourself? Does the house make strange noises and stuff?!!?! I love spooky places.
Okay, my turn to share…
About 10 years ago I was visiting two friends. I was seated on the couch lifting a glass of water up to my face. One of my friends, not really observing my actions, thought he'd pick up a stuffed football and throw it at me to catch (I think I was there to watch a 49er game). I didn’t see it coming. The football slammed the glass into my lip and cut it. On top of that, I was choking on the entire glass of water that all ended up in my mouth. I dropped the glass and held my lip and yelped in pain. I few seconds later I go to pull my hand away and there was blood covering my entire hand. I looked down. Blood all over their new rug. I RUN to the bathroom and rinse my face under the faucet. After I get things under control, I head back to the living room to see a remarkably huge trail of blood going the whole length of the rug. (Blech!)
Anyway, can’t remember anything else from that night, but I got a very permanent scar on my upper lip that hasn’t gone away. It’s as prominent as it ever was 10 years ago. Every time the 49’er plays my scar glows and becomes painful and I see visions of things to come. (Okay, that last part was a goof on Harry Potter, but I do have this crazy scar.)
It will bring me a raise.
Hi Trussell. Have we met? I'm Barb. Dolly calls me sunshine.
Howdy-do!
Do you or have you posted on other forums? I know a max from another forum.
I'm Tracy...I use trussell at several other places where I post :)
Nice to meet you!
I post all over the place, but here I post regularly. I'm one of the few married people that hangs out here. I'm sorta lika chaperone. Or something.
Actually, in real life, I am an accidental matchmaker. Over the last 20 years or so, I've been unintentionally matching people up just by knowing both parties. It's the weirdest thing. Anyway, I hang out here to perhaps get some freepers accidentally and happily hooked up to other freepers—if they are looking for love.
Hey, she's here! And she brought Chuck Barry with her!
My foot is fine, but it was just slightly sore the next day.
I live by myself, and that factor does mean that if anything serious ever happened, they would find my body in a few days when the folks at work insisted that someone check why I wasn't coming to work.
I hear noises occasionally, but I wouldn't call them spooky noises. I can't always explain them, but they just don't impress me as spooky.
Maybe I'm just a little noise tolerant because my folks' house is bad for spooky noises. I think the whole issue is that they have ceiling heat. I don't know whether anyone else still has ceiling heat. In all of the places that I've lived since leaving home, I've never seen it anywhere else. I think I knew one guy in college who had it in the house that he rented, but I think ceiling heat came and went pretty quickly in the sixties. If you aren't familiar with it, this heating system uses mats or cables of wires that are placed in the ceiling under the insulation. A thermostat puts electricity through the wires, and they generate heat by the resistance. Strangely enough, the heaters that I use for my snakes work on the same principle. In any case, that heating of the supports and the ceiling plaster causes strange patterns of thermal expansion. As a result, everything seems to creak quite a bit when the heat is on.
Often, the creaking isn't just one sound but a long series of little pops. I can remember once when I was in high school and the heat was starting to come on in the fall. We had an electric typewriter in the guest room at the far end of the house. The creaking of the ceiling sounded exactly like someone typing on that typewriter. I was alone in the house and couldn't figure out who might be typing or why. With only my folks and my sister living there, I could eliminate the idea that someone had to type something and had gone down there. I remember trying to look down a hallway to see whether anyone was in the room. Eventually, I grabbed an old tool handle that I had cut down as a billy club and walked that way to investigate. To my relief, there was no stranger sitting at the typewriter or lurking in the guest room. There were no sounds coming from room anymore either. I checked doors to see that everything was locked. When I went back to the den, I heard the noise again. This time, I was confident that no one was down there, but I wasn't about to go look to see whether the typewriter keys were going up and down on their own.
I never said anything about it to anyone. To be honest, I never really thought much about it. Only within the past few years did the explanation pop into my head. I was at home on vacation and staying in the guest room when I heard the noise again. Of course, the old typewriter is gone because my folks have a computer. By this time, I had trained so much in explaining things technically that the reason for the noise immediately popped into my head. After the explanation popped into my head, I remember hearing that noise when I was a kid.
Bill
A raise is nice. Have you figured out how you'll spend the extra money?
It's a party!!!!
Oh yeah...check your freepmail :)
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