Note to self: Next time you plan on unloading nearly a ton of winter fuel single-handedly, make sure you wear a nose guard.
Yes, my friends. There is a reason my middle name is Grace. No, seriously. It really is! My mother was clearly feeling ironic when she named me. But then, I was named after Doreen from the Mickey Mouse Club, which kind of set the tone for my life in any case… but I digress.
Long story short, when I dumped the first 20 kilo bag of smokeless coal onto the 2-wheeler, I had not made a proper physics calculation of what happens to a mover’s dolly placed on a sloping driveway. After bloodying my nose and very nearly knocking myself unconscious (on a cold, cold day, no less), this lesson in miscalculation shall be well and truly remembered.
The coal and peat is stacked neatly in the garage, enough to keep us toasty and warm all winter long. Thank goodness my nose is not broken! It was a bit of a Marcia Brady moment, truth be told… but I’ll survive. At least I’m not planning to attend the school dance any time soon. Or ever.
Sometimes even I am amazed at my own stupidity. Good grief.
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- Marcia Brady image: tvland.com