For a short time, I thought maybe the efforts had stopped. That perhaps Farmer H was NOT trying to kill me. Nah! I'm pretty sure he's just developed more subtle tactics.
Thursday I bought the lunch treats that Farmer H likes to take to his SUS2.5 (Storage Unit Store 2.5) on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. They are little slider-size sandwiches that come in boxes, as part of the 5-for-$25 deal at Country Mart. Farmer H likes all three kinds: chicken, spicy chicken, and cheeseburger. You never know which kind will be available. Sometimes all three, so he gets a selection. For the past two weeks, I could only find the plain chicken. But this time, the cheeseburgers were available.
These little sandwiches are wrapped two to a pack, inside the box, in clear cellophane. The cheeseburgers come three packs to a box, the chicken contains four packs. Anyhoo... boxes take up a lot of room in the freezer. So I take out the packs and wedge them into space between other foods.
I opened up a box of cheeseburgers at the cutting block, to put them in FRIG II's freezer in the kitchen, rather than the mini chest freezer in the laundry room. As I reached down into the end of the box, to get the last pack, the flap caught my arm. That was a mess!
I felt the stab, so I noticed right away, and found a bandaid so I didn't get the leaking blood all over my town shirt. It's not like I needed a tourniquet. I was in no danger of exsanguinating. It's just annoying and messy.
Also, I have been dealing with healing this bruise on my other arm. I whacked it on a doorknob about a week ago. I really hate to go to town in short sleeves lately, heh, heh!
When he built our Mansion, Farmer H put French door handles on all the interior doors. You know, the long kind, with a little curlicue on the end. Not something practical for a household with a 2-year-old and a soon-to-be born baby Pony. With a regular round doorknob, you can at least put those plastic covers over them for child-proofing. But not with a lever there to be yanked. Anyhoo... Farmer H sometimes does not open the bedroom door completely against the wall when he comes out in the morning. So in the afternoon, when I come out after showering for town, I misjudge that partially open door, and whack my arm on the handle.
Good thing I'm not still taking that devil-drug Xarelto, the blood-thinner they gave me after my blood clots incident. Aspirin is bad enough, but I might actually exsanguinate from these Farmer H-caused injuries if still taking Xarelto.
So crafty, that Farmer H, seeing into the future and setting his traps 27 years in advance.
2 comments:
Two sandwiches per pack, three or four packs per box equals a lot of sandwiches, that's a good deal.
I whack my arms on the bathroom door handle which is also a lever style, but plain, no fancy bits. As I've mentioned, the bathroom door here is more narrow than all the others. Directly behind it is the vanity unit. So I push the door open and walk though and of course the door has bounced off the vanity unit just enough for the handle to be in my way. Many times I have thought of taking that door off completely, but I haven't yet.
River,
They ARE small sandwiches, on little buns like sliders, but when you consider the box is $5, and Farmer H gets three or four lunches from it, that IS a good deal. A pack of sandwiches, and an individual bag of chips, is a lot cheaper than having somebody pick up lunch for him. Even cheaper than lunch at the Senior Center!
Maybe after enough bruises, you'll decide to take that door off! My mom's bathroom in her master bedroom had a really narrow door. It made me feel claustrophobic, even though the bathroom itself had plenty of room for vanity, toilet, and tub.
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