Head Butt...Head Butt

Well yesterday held lots of surprises.  First, a man from the Richmond City Road works saw Mr. C on the front porch and asked him to move the car so they could patch the asphalt in front of the house.  

 

Need I say more? While I was in the back unloading mulch, Buck picked up the car keys and the rest is history.  He didn't get far up the one way street until he pulled over and parked.  I suppose he was feelin rather proud of himself... until he took a tumble. 

 

I'm sure you can imagine my surprise when I came around the front only to be greeted by a chorus of city workmen hollerin' "Lady...Lady" (No Lionel Richie insight I might add). Everybody had saucer eyes except Buck who was puttin' on his best "swag", something he does after a mishap.  

 

After thankin the neighbors who knew where he lived 

and acceptin' apologies from the workmen who swore they would never ask a man sittin on the porch in a rocker with a cane hangin' off the back to move a car again...

I gave him some Aleeve, a hug and then some choice words, which shall remain private. That bein' said, it was agreed  he would just supervise me while I finished spreading the mulch and I made him promise not to let me out of his sight!  By 4:00 I was ready to wash the smell of fear and Pine Bark off me and catch a cat nap.  Buck thought that was a great idea cause he was tired of watchin' me.  He decided  he was gonna sit on the deck and make sure Busser didn't get into any trouble.  So we had a plan.

 

I got that shower thank goodness cause the next thing I hear is, "Babe...Babe!" (no pig in sight). Needless to say, I flew down the steps and this time there is a'plenty of indication that he and Busser had found some trouble, or as he would say later, "probably ran into a tree", cause he was sportin.a goose egg on the back of his head the size of a softball and a nice blood stained shirt to boot. I was no more good, and now I'm the one with saucer eyes, rememberin that lady who fell on the ski slopes and woke up dead!  

 

So, I phoned the Universal Mother and the Nurse of all nurses, Momma Shook, who at 93 is my only "go to" in times of strife.  She wasted no time and sent us to the Emergency Room lickedy split! 

 

By this time Buck can't remember what happened and thinks a tree limb must have fallen out in the yard and wants to go move it. But I convince him that we will get it when we get home. 

 

The rest is history.  In a nutshell...all's well that ends well and it did.  A special shout out  to our great ED team at Regional Memorial and Dr. McGee for the fine use of a staple gun.   That hard head paid off, and we were home in time to watch "Dancin with the Stars" and eat the great dinner plate that VerDell and Bubba left for us on the front porch. 

 

Thank you all for taking such good care of us...here in the Friendly Village!