The Fall

 I fell yesterday in the house.  I do fall a lot out trapping, tripping over something under brush or weeds, barrel rolling it.  I get scratched up, bruised, all the time and often don't even recall how.

The fall was classic.  Doing too much too fast.  I discovered Fantasia was ultra dehydrated and had her in the bathroom.  I'd warmed fluids, and drawn them out in a 60 ml syringe and was headed back to the bathroom to give them to her.

That's when the oversized pajama bottoms tripped me up.  They're too baggy and long, given me for Christmas.  Have meant to cut them off.  So when I took a step on the fly with my left foot, my toes got caught up in the overhanging long end of the pajama leg front.  I tried to compensate but too late.  My weight was already shifted to my left leg for a landing.  I landed that foot in a cat water dish, which slid and spilled and the rest of me splatted onto the floor.   

I thought "shoot, I bet I broke something this time."  But I didn't.  Just sore today.

I then spent the afternoon fixing the tarp over one corner of the cat yard.  We were due for thunder storms.  I had to zip tie it better to the wire, and also had to secure the push ups to the wire.  Pushups are the 8 foot 2x4's, with a small plywood piece, attached to the top, that hold up the cat yard wire in various places.

I put up one more new shelf out there too, and one more cat ladder, for their ease, since they're old like me.    I'd already made the shelf and ladder and painted them.

Evening I went to the convenience store and a big fancy black SUV or jeep pulled up to park beside me, dealer plates, two young men in it.   I went into the store and when I came out the driver was beside my car.  There wasn't much space on that side.  He was grinning like he'd gotten away with something.  But the passenger was slumped down below window level trying not to be seen.  I immediately knew they'd done something to my car.  I didn't know what and didn't want a confrontation, so drove it home and looked.  I'd been worried they'd keyed it or punched my tire with a screwdriver.  But no, just pee running down the side of the passenger door, in lines, --at the bottom, still a wet drip of it.  Yes, it was juvenile.  And yes they were young.

Ha, I thought.  Seriously?   Big deal.  That car, the cat carrier car, stinks to high heaven already of male cat pee.  What's some human male pee to me, running down the door?  It's nothing.  Washed it off and let the thunderstorms do more.

My personal car got nailed by a goose shit hit on the door last week.   

I delivered a trap this morning to a lady who'd requested help in a facebook post.  She seems extremely nice.  I have a couple spots mid week and also am hoping a trailer park lady gets another or two caught there.   I took her more cat food.  She lost medicaid as secondary insurance, and on top of that, now is getting $200 taken from her SS each month to pay medicare premiums.  She's my age and says she's going to have to go back to work to make ends meet.   We joked about finding jobs at Walmart. I can't do it as a greeter I said because it requires standing and she said she can't do stocking because of her shoulder.  She was supposed to have replacement surgery on it but won't because of her current situation with $. We were joking because I'm close to the same situation now (needing a pay job to survive).  

I've got to go back to bed, take a nap, because I had off and on too much pain from that fall, to sleep steady last night but feel better today.  So its naptime.