Yea! a year's supply of pellets safely stored by Kerry, Shanna and Ralph. And Ralph. . . . huh?
Well, Dad started the process, unloading his pallet of wood chips, however. . .
The old step stool ( remember, it was Gma Steed's?) decided to collapse as Dad stepped down on it. He dragged himself up to the house, in pretty bad pain, having heard lots of cracks when he went flying, with his foot tangled in the ladder, and ended up on the pavement
But, you know, the GE repairman was coming-----soon!------to fix the stovetop, so
Dad cheerly waited until the repair guy came, and then we borrowed a pair of crutches from the Skinners ( they have four pairs!) so Dad wouldn't have to crawl to the car, and drove to Roseville and the nearest Kaiser hospital, where Dad received excellent and speedy care, and is now
kind of relaxing at home. No apparent broken bones, but he'll see the podiatry doc on Friday for a final diagnosis. In the meantime, lots of baseball playoffs for him and, using the phone intercom, he even talked Sally and I through installing a new battery in her car today.
3 comments:
I hope there's nothing broken and you're not it too much pain. At least you have an excuse to sit around. And Mom, that's pretty impressive installing a car battery.
Dad that is one big cast thing!!! I hope you didn't break anything and I hope you get better soon!
OH NO! I didn't know that had happened! I hope you're ok, dad!
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