One down, ? to go

So, when I woke up on Wednesday, I turned on the coffee maker and checked the cupboard. Sure enough, I had a little dead mouse in one trap!

I gingerly transferred both him and the trap to the kitchen garbage bag. I left the other, set and in place.

Why?

My father (and other old farmers) had a saying, “You see one rat, there are seven more you don’t see!” Now they were dealing with massive amounts of stored, dried feed corn and so on for their milk or cattle herds, but it stuck with me.

So, I wasn’t that ready to celebrate the solving of my problem. I left the other trap in place, shut the door and left for work.

I came home for lunch and really, really screwed up my back! It was one of those simple but stupid things. Now that Lu and her bed are gone, I decided it was time (over the weekend) to straighten up the garage.

Now, one of the things that Jake took was his mountain bike, which was on ceiling hooks over the freeze and didn’t affect anything. My bike, however, was on hooks in front of the step ladder and had to be taken down anytime I wanted to use the ladder.

So, when I got home at lunch, I took down my bike (which was merely awkward, not hard) and then put it back up on the hooks over the freezer (which was hard and I could feel something weird happen in my back). Instant pain!

So, I did make the last of the ham and pickle salad into a sandwich, but I ate that lying down on the bed watching the news. Then I ate a pain pill and an anti-inflammatory pill and went back to work.

I wasn’t feeling that much better by the time I went home after work so I put my mental list of Wednesday night ToDo items on hold. I spent most of the remaining afternoon and evening in bed, with more pills. I did get up long enough to do the Wednesday night wash and warm up two brats in the microwave for some food.

Needless to say, I was very annoyed with my own stupidity.