My husband pretty much minds his own business but every so often his curiosity gets the better of him.
He was at his favorite place at the computer. I had turned our Dining room into an office because with his computer and mine there was no room for a table. There is a door that leads from the Dining room out to our balcony. This looks over the parking lot and a little park they have for kids. George heard someone talking and some noise. Now, to get out on the balcony you have to step up and then open a screen door and then you have to step down. A person with 2 good legs has to be careful not to slip off that step.
I was sitting on the couch and saw him get up and make his way to the door and wondered what in the world he wanted out there?
Well he made it out fine, but coming back in…well, that is where everything went wild.
Remember, George only has 1 good leg. The screen door was open and up on the step he stood like a rooster ready to crow and the next thing I knew he looked like a tree falling! I expected someone to yell Timber!! Off the couch I jumped. He lay so still I held my breath. I thought he was dead or at least had broken a bone or so. I saw his eyes move and I was crying. All I heard was this giggle and the more I cried the more he laughed.
I noticed the screen door had shut on his toes. Our screen door is the type that will close on its own. I eased the door open expecting to see his toes cut off. They were not bleeding. So I eased his legs inside. He lay there so still… I am still crying he is still laughing… I asked him can you get up. He said I am trying to see if anything is broke. So after a few minutes that seemed like hours he finally moved.
Once he was on his feet and I saw nothing was bleeding or seemed broken I asked him what in the heck he needed from the balcony. He said, “Nothing”. He had heard some people talking and wanted to see what was going on. I reminded him that “curiosity killed the cat”. He informed me he did not know about the cat but it sure came close to getting him. I asked him if he slipped off the step he said, “No, the screen door was closing on its own and it booted me in the butt”…and the next thing he knew he was looking at the floor. The next day he asked me to look at his toe because it sure hurt and he did not know why. I just chalk it up to another gray hair.
Editors Note - In my own defence Shirley now has a permanent full sized picture (less toes) of me in the concrete below the carpet!!
MGM
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