Then the Ceiling Fell . . . on Me

Wednesday, Sylvia and I helped friends with work on their more-than-a-century-old house.  First step was to remove plaster from the ceiling.  To start, I had to remove 1 x 3 strips that were used to hold ceiling tile in place.  They had been there for a while, so it took quite a bit of effort with a pry bar to loose them.  One section was particular troublesome, but when it came loose so did a huge section of plaster.  Looks like I tried to catch that load with my arms.

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It’s amazing how easily old skin bruises.

Sightings

We’ve had a lot of fun watching this year’s fawns playing on our spacious lawn.  For two days we watched one as he raced back and forth across the grass.  Then he’d run into the pines, around the trail and out the other end only to race back across the lawn.

Yesterday evening, Sylvia and I went out to eat.  The first two places we tried were closed.  Fortunately, our favorite place was open.  (Note to self: Eat at home next July 4.)  As we returned home, a doe with twin fawns came out onto the road in front of our house.  We drove slowly as mother and fawns looked for an escape route.  They trotted down the road for 100 yards or so.  At that point the neighbor’s fence is lower, and Mom went for it followed by the two young ones.  Stopped, we watched the three of them bound across the hay field toward the woods beyond.

Life is good.  Very good.

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About Chuck

I am retired after a career in electronics and in publishing. Today, my wife of 50+ years, Sylvia, and I live in a house on a hill beside a dirt road in rural west Michigan. We enjoy living in this country environment where livestock and wild life out number the human population.

12 thoughts on “Then the Ceiling Fell . . . on Me

  1. I used to enjoy watching the deer when we lived in your state. In fact, it was one of my favorite things. 🙂 Sorry you got the worst end of that ceiling removal!! That’s no fun.

    • There is joy in doing that kind of work. Especially when it’s for a friend with physical limitations. Healing will come, but it takes longer now [for me] than it used to.

  2. I agree about bruised old skin, recovery takes longer.

    I have never lived any place with deer. It sounds wonderful to be able to watch them as you did.

  3. bummer! In the apartment my grandmother lived in when I was in Jr Hi (and was more or less living with her) I had a tiny back bedroom. One day, just minutes after I left the room, the entire ceiling fell to the floor!

  4. How exciting to see the deer and fawns! You are certainly blessed to live in such a place.

  5. This popped up while I was talking to Vee so I told her you had posted. The good news: you are well enough to help remodel an old house. The bad news: you are bruised up for your efforts. All I have to do anymore to get a bruise is brush a door frame as I walk through, but oh, well, I can still walk!

    • I was surprised at how easily the bruises formed. Also how easily the skin broke. I’m rejoicing that I can still do things like that and this body will heal, as it should by design.

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