Lessons Learned

Today in particular. I`m not a young spry chicken anymore. In the past things I did may have caused me discomfort and I could easily recover from any ill effects. Sometimes though I have to learn the hard way. I just can`t do as easily what I used to. I know remembering how to do some things is a plus. However, sometimes I don`t always have the proper tools to do some work that needs doing.
Today being a beautiful day out there. Warm, sunny, not extremely hot out. A great day to do some long overdo outdoor work. I have had a broken step on the front porch for over a year. My nephews were supposed to fix them for me. Never rely on anyone. The truth is they have families and are way to busy for an old Aunt.
I asked the better-half to do the buying of the concrete I needed and delivery of said same. He was prompt to do as I asked. Then I asked where our hoe was. Of course he didn`t know, and couldn`t find it. We just bought the thing last year. Regardless I couldn`t see buying another, because what little money we had left I thought we may need more concrete. No cement mixer and I used to mix the stuff in a wheelbarrow, with water and a hoe. That was many moons ago, I was a kid. I decided it would be best if I mixed it in a 5 gallon pail and then the husband could just pour it in the mold I made. Well I got stupid. I used my hands to mix the stuff. OUCH! At first it wasn`t too bad. Atleast not the first bucket full. The second one got me. Cutting up my knuckles and fingers. So I got this piece of metal to stir it but still needed hands on to make the stuff smooth by breaking up the clumps. We managed the 3 bucket. I washed my hands after each episode with the hose. Well, sure enough we ran low on concrete. I sent him for 2 more bags. I mixed the fourth one. I wanted it done right. I`m fussy that way. I got into mixing the 5th bucket and I was hurting. No more I said to him " You finish the churning of it and I`ll smooth it out after you dump it." He did a good job. ThenI finished it off with the leveling and smoothing the step on the top. I was sore but I sure didn`t realize how sore. I washed off the concrete and went out and picked the tomatoes in the garden. Some tomatoes are split because of the rain. Not many mind you but a few. I toss `em but I pick them and the juice got on those cuts. Talk about stinging. Worse than 100 bees biting. I could hardly move my hands. I came in to wash those tomatoes. Oh for pete`s sake! I was about in tears. I couldn`t finish it right off. I went to the medicine cabinet got some antibiotic cream with pain reliever and rubbed it all over my hands. Sometimes I am so stubborn. I need things done and think I`m still a teenager. Well, it`s been about 6 hours or so since this happened and I need to put that stuff on again. I guess lyme is in that concrete. I burned my hands. I`ll get over it for sure. However, tomorrow. When we fill in the other cracks..on the other stairs. I`ll help but I`m not mixing that stuff by hand. I`m not as young as I used to be and not as good as I used to be. However, as Toby Keith says “I`m as good once as I ever was”. (Giggling). I know it was stupid to do what I did. However, I wanted it done yesteryear. I was going to see that it was done. So, I suffer for it now. However I can rest assured know now I have steps this winter. Not cinder blocks to walk on. They were how I hurt my back in the first place. Not here but at someone else`s home. I sure don`t want someone else to have a back problem from my place. Pardon me while I go grease these old claws up. Have a great evening!

Lessons Learned


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