Da 90 Year Old Lathe

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Adventures today.

Buster woke me up at 4:30 this morning to let him out. As I can't get up the stairs to our bedroom, I'm sleeping on a naugahyde covered couch. Which is also the world's most comfortable bed. Anyway, I don't want him to run upstairs and wake up Crabby, so I hobble on my crutches and let him out on his lead. I throw on a coat, hat, and a solitary slipper, then follow him out though I stay on the deck. He starts to head back to the deck, so I start to turn and fell flat on my back. I spent the 20 minutes trying to figure out the hell I'm going to get back up or at least get to the door. "I've fallen and I can't get up"
I ended up crawling to the door on my hands and knees, while dragging my crutches along. Buster is licking my face or standing by the door. Buster was not doing the helpful Collie, "Timmy fell in the well' thing.
I managed to get back in the house and haul myself upright. I hobbled back to my couch and went back to bed. It's now 5:10.

7:30 rolls around and Buster is again licking my face to wake me up. This time Crabby...er...Mrs.C is with him and mentions the two sleepy heads she found when she came downstairs. I tell her about the adventure and she gets a little bent. "blah, blah, don't you know better, blah, blah, what if you couldn't get back to the house, blah, blah." I interrupt when she takes a breath and tell her I was on my hands and knees. That means the evil little knee scooter can be put back in use.

Adventure Part II
I want to wait for either Jake or Courtney to come over to go up into the barn attic and get the Evil One down. It's a low ceiling place that's hard to move around in. Mrs.C insists that she will get it down.
Oh, Jeez. She went up there. I gave her the general location. She has OCD. Not the Monk or Rainman kind, but the kind that pisses folks off that don't have OCD. She comes back with the Evil One about 20 minutes later and she's spitting nails. The Evil One was not in the exact location, blah, blah, blah, I had to move two bikes, blah, blah, I got my jeans dirty kneeling on something, blah, blah, I'm going up there and straighten that mess out. This is where my knickers knotted. I said my attic is fine, I know where everything is, and if you mess with it, just remember what I did to Marlene and George when they 'straightened out' my desks. That shut her up.

I hate to say it, but I'm glad The Evil One is back.