Merry Christmas 2006

Much like Saddahama Huseinne, we have been living our last several months of freedom in a cave or basement. I don't know if we will be found and removed from this hole, but it seems unlikely. The contractors will grind the floor tomorrow morning at 7. Joy to the World.

So, Merry Christmas to everyone. We, the Crandalls, have many things to be thankful for or complain about depending who you are. The drywallers were in today to do some touch-up sanding of some rough spots and Debi was following them around making sure all was OK. I should preface this by saying that I am the inept contractor of our remodel. I try to run a safe jobsite and periodically I am caught off-guard because I could not forsee problems that could easily been avoided by someone who does this more or less professionally. I, on the otherhand, regularly endanger others who view our progress. One of the issues I might have under-addressed in the safety void that is our house is the 3" pipe that used to be the down-draft in our old island. This pipe will end up being under the new island and has not been filled in. Nor has it been marked or ground down or temporarily bridged or secured in the least. Until now, everyone has successfully navigated the kitchen without incident. Until now.

So, Debi is wandering around with the English-is-my-second-language-and-I-should-get-around-to-studying-it-someday drywaller chick and she is examining the computer desk area in the kitchen. She then spun around as la chick wanted to show her something across the room. She mistakenly looked at the thing, not down at her feet and her left foot went into the pipe. Not the picture of agility, Debi bent forward and back like one of those crappy toy figures they give out at Sonic with the suction cup on the bottom. She sprang back upright but not until she had sufficiently injured her shin bone and twisted her ankle.

She is resting comfortably now in our bed with soreness in her shin, ankle, and surprisingly, her left hip doesn't work anymore.