Slogging over to a neighbor's dock with a boat ramp, hoping to see absolutely no one, I took my paint covered self back to the dock, put the lid on the ruined paint, shoved the rollers together and haven't been back since. Argh.
Yes, a video would have been good.
Except for the bruising of my side from top to buttom, and polluting the bay somewhat (so sorry! I did manage to get the bucket out with most of the paint either on me or still inside the bucket), I finished what I'd set out to do and should never, with my bad arm, have done.
Obviously, I enjoy learning my lessons the more difficult way, sometimes more than once. Or twice. I've gone to bed for a few days, not exactly the plans I'd made before leaving island for a few months, but hey! The best laid plans go awry sometimes. Sometimes with no one to blame but self. Damn it.
As has been noted, it could have been worse, much worse. X rays show no broken ribs so I can still fly without blowing something up inside myself - wonder if TSA would catch that? The clinic people are as great as ever (note: getting that X ray machine and pharmacy going on would sure be wonderful for Culebra, you can say that again- and again). I am also incredibly fortunate to have a friend who is a sister of mercy.
|Flowers outside the airport. That's about as much pretty as there is and it is pretty.|
Life is good! Sometimes painful, but oh so good.
Have a weed your wailings Wednesday. Do something wrenchproof.