If you have ever remodeled, you know there are bad days and really bad days.
Never been through a remodel… well let me help you with a visual.
The first part of the bad day was finding water gushing from the bottom of my house AFTER the plumbers had put in new water lines. Because you know, the old pipes leaked and I didn’t want to deal with leaky pipes.
I had gotten home after midnight the night before and taken vacation to get some texturing done before our busy season started. Little sleep, no time to buy groceries thus no food to pack for a decent lunch or snack or nibble.
So I was tired and crabby and hungry and in a hurry. Finally, I finished texturing a room and went to clean up. My friend Dave showed me how to climb on the bucket and lid and it would pop the lid shut.
I wondered to myself if Dave had ever fell off. I was pretty sure I would fall off, but so far I stayed on top.
Until today, when the lid collapsed into the bucket of drywalling mud. We are now at the middle of the bad day.
My right tennis shoe sunk to the bottom- mud oozed up my pant leg. With a loud, rushing OOOSSSHH, I pulled my shoe from the goop. I didn’t realize the white blob, except for the two laces sticking out.
I thought of leaving my shoe as is, but that mud turns to cement. So I rinse out my shoe and sock, put on my insulated winter boots (yes- it was 95 degrees that day) and finished up at the house.
Are we done with my bad day? No, the end is coming.
ReeRee and I went up to the arena to watch Newt and his 13 year old nephew, Sparky, team rope. Since I was sweating in my insulated boots and cold sloppy joe meat wasn’t tasting so good, I convinced ReeRee to leave the “rodeo” and go home.
There was one roping steer that jumped THROUGH the fence several times. He was jumping through gate #2 as Sparky chased him to the corner.
Sparky got off to open the wire gate and drug it behind him. Roddy, our beautiful buckskin horse, followed behind and stepped into the wire dragging behind Sparky.
I jumped from my car and ran down the hill. We were going to sell Roddy next year- he was my ticket to paying our taxes and maybe a new refrigerator, now pulling back the gate tight with his leg still tangled up.
Then I noticed Sparky was nowhere to be seen. He had been hit by the horse or the gate post and laid in a pile with his t-shirt pulled over his head. He wasn’t moving- at all.
Roddy, by this time, had pulled the gate all the way over to the fence, where he fell into the wires. Fearful the horse would freak out again and trample Sparky, I tried to move him.
As soon as I touched him, Sparky woke up. We managed to get out of the way on the other side of the fence. He had some pokes in his arm from the barbs, and a scratch on his eye where he got hit, but nothing else.
Newt untangled Roddy in the meantime. Roddy had two pokes on either side of his hoof, but nothing else.
That bad day could have ended a lot worse!