Chances are most people don’t have a drum throne (drummer’s fancy chair) with a swivel seat in their garage.
Chances are high most people wouldn’t stand on a drum throne if they had one. Nor would they stand on the throne in January and hang onto a swinging garage door (for stabilization) so they could wedge eight foot tomato stakes into the garage rafters.
Chances are very high most people would use the small ladder—small sturdy ladder—located three feet from the drum throne.
I am not most people. I’m an expert at standing on things that shouldn’t be stood upon.
Except for last Friday when the swivel chair swiveled, the swinging door swung and I was introduced to the cement floor so fast I didn’t have time to swear. The end result of Jules’ I’ve-fallen-and-can’t-get-up, time saving effort was a long, cold wait on the garage floor, an hour long ambulance ride to the hospital, a broken shoulder, broken rib, contusions of the chest wall and hip, and a seven inch, to the bone laceration on my shin which required sutures and staples.
There are morals to this story. I’d love to know what they are. Feel free to tell me as long as they don’t contain the following words: stupid, dumb, idiot, imbecile and asinine.
One thing is certain—my blogs are going to be short for four to six weeks—henpeck typing with my left hand and sitting in timeout on the drum throne is time consuming and annoying.
Causes Jules Jacob Supports
CASA of Southwest Missouri, Master Gardeners of the Ozarks, University of Missouri Master Gardeners, Missouri Court Appointed Special Advocates Association...