Remember when I said Pecan harvest season is upon us, and we have so many I call it “ankle breaking time”?
Well here I sit, with a fractured foot. Went out at o’darkthirty to go to work, one porch light was out. Some of the delicious round, Elliot Pecans had blown up on the porch from the night’s storm. I tried to skate on them apparently. Also sprained my wrist when I fell. That makes crutches a lot of fun.
I have so much work to do here, I’m about to lose my mind. I have the dropped ceiling half torn out, the china cabinet half painted, and of course, millions of Pecans on the ground. Lots of limbs down that need chainsawing too.
So here I sit, feeling sorry for myself. It’s no longer boiling hot out, perfect riding weather, perfect outside work weather. But mostly I’m scared that this is the beginning of the end for me here on my place. I’m only 61, I thought I could squeak out 10 years on my Farmette before I shuffled off to…whatever. Now I see how vulnerable I / we all are to a seemingly simple injury. I have had many foot and/or ankle fractures in my life, knees too. But I always boarded before so had a built in safety net and didn’t have all this other stuff clamoring for my attention. .
I am going to look into hiring a handy man to do some things, but it irritates me. I really enjoy ‘doing all the things!’ and have lots and lots of fun plans. And I’ll probably miss work if they won’t let me work in a boot. So blah for me, lol. On the positive side, I do have a fireplace perfect for elevating a foot and settling in with a good book.