Today was a bit hectic. Definitely not a day I’d like to relive.
We agreed to watch the downstairs neighbor’s dogs, since we were not having our family over until the 26th. Which would have been fine if the weather had not been so bad. We had a couple of days of very cold weather after the snow, and then we had a brief warm up, during which the snow on the roof of the back stairwell started to melt. Because of flaws in the construction of the walls around the stairwell, the water started dripping in, and then flowing down the walls as the snow melted on the roof. As night fell, the water started to freeze on the stairs.
C. went down to let the dogs out yesterday, and slipped on the bottom flight of stairs. He fell down four steps and hurt his shoulder blade. Other than bruises, he was not too bad, just sore. Then, today, he went down to let them out this morning, and in spite of my suggestion to put salt on those stairs regardless of the fact that they are psuedo-interior stairs, he did not do that as he thought he could manage OK.
So he fell again and got a nasty cut at the base of his little finger where it attaches to the palm. We had to go to the emergency room and have it sewed up. The doctor said that if it had been cut any further around he might have lost his finger. Three hours, eight stitches, and a prescription for powerful antibiotics later, he got sprung. It will probably all be OK, but it’s especially concerning because of his diabetic issues, so we are crossing all uninjured fingers.
Kind of put a halt to all preparation for the family gathering tomorrow.
When I got home, I made a ginger cake with fresh ginger. While it was baking, a fuse blew. I didn’t realize the fuse impacted the gas oven, but it did, and when I went to take the cake out, it had fallen so badly that I thought there could be no resurrection. I turned the oven back on anyway and cooked it again, hoping I could save it. I let it cool, and while it could not be served to company because not only did it look like hell, but I could also not get it out of the pan. However, it tasted fabulous, so good, in fact, that I am going to try to find time to squeeze in making another one for tomorrow.
Falling was the mode of the day, and now I am going to fall into bed.