Yesterday I fixed myself a nice supper.
I’d made shrimp and baked beans. Cornbread stuffing I took from my freezer and warmed up. And fluffy biscuits with cranberry sauce.
When I sat down at the table with my water I recall thinking that it smelled so good. I took a few bites and decided to get up and get something else.
With plate in hand, I was walking out of the kitchen back to my dining table. Somehow, and I’m not sure whether it was Charlie or Ivy or both, I was tripped up.
My plate of good smelling food crashed against the table as I fell. On the floor just below was Charlie’s plate of cut up canned dog food.
Thankfully he’d already eaten most of it.
My plate crashed on top of his, sending shards of dishes flying through the air. And my hands landed right in the middle of that mess.
Shock & Disbelief:
I couldn’t believe it, though I’m not sure why. There is always a bit of shock when such a nasty mishap occurs.
I began to get up and my hands and arm dripped blood. Mixed in with the stuffing and baked beans it was one ugly sight.
Cleaning Up The Mess:
I grabbed for the paper towels while Charlie attempted to sneak in to eat some of the food on the floor. So I was yelling at him to stay back as I began to pick up the biggest shards of the dishes.
I kept him at bay while I began to scoop up the goop of mixed food. Naturally I then cut the palm of my hand.
It took me quite awhile to get to the point where I could bring in dampened paper towels after most of the food was gone.
Then I got the mop. The only one I have is a Swiffer because it’s easier to use with my back and ankle. So I cleaned and stripped the pads off and then cleaned some more.
I was lucky that none of the flying food ended up on my nearby upholstered desk chair.
Cursing While Cleaning:
There I was cleaning while cursing up a storm. I don’t know why it is that curse words feel so much better to utter when I’m most frustrated.
So there I am, hungry, tired and aching everywhere. My knees and arms are scraped and my hand is bleeding.
The pet babies have run for cover. I certainly don’t blame them.
Charlie goes to get groomed this morning. So hopefully food that might have splattered onto him that I didn’t see will get taken care of when she bathes him.
Tonight I have no idea what I’ll have for supper. But I’m very tempted to just stand and eat whatever it is at the kitchen counter.