First Vacation of 2013
I am out on
vacation from my day job this week. I’m
not doing anything spectacular this week. No day trips, no cruises short-circuited by illness or fire, no long
airline flights sandwiched between long miserable lines and/or wait times on
tarmacs, and certainly no
intercontinental train trips with long waits on sidings while a freight
train 20 miles in length delivers its
goods to the American markets. No, this
is a cheap, stay at home vacation in which I am completing home projects which
I have procrastinated for months, perhaps years.
So far it’s
been uneventful, if you don’t count the fact that I nearly electrocuted
myself…but I’m getting ahead of my story.
My vacation
began with a weekend trip to see my mother and brother in North Alabama, er, I
mean upstate Pennsylvania. We met our oldest
dearest friend, Janey, on the way out of town for breakfast, where Anne Marie presented
him with the poncho she had knitted for him. (See the photo on her blog.) I asked
him if he would make a point of seeing Behind the Candelabra film premiering
on HBO the next day. I
mentioned the latest Liberace biopic on the off chance that he would recount a
story he told me years ago when, as an employee at a West Hollywood florist
shop, he assisted in delivering plants to a friend of Liberace’s “protégé”
Scott Thorson. As it turned out, Janey
didn’t bite, no pun intended. He did
report that friends were taping it for him for viewing at a later date.
Monday,
Memorial Day, came and went without incident. No cookout, since we had gotten our fill of barbecue food at my
brother’s the day before. We opted for
Chinese takeout before embarking on our bi-weekly grocery store trip.
My plans for
Tuesday: a pedicure in which my calluses
are lovingly sanded/scraped/filed off of my heels, but no paint is applied to
my toenails; a haircut (my first since December!), and then spend the afternoon
doing yard work. What actually happened
Tuesday: pedicure, no problem; haircut, done; but rain, rain and more rain
scuttled my outdoor plans. So I cleaned
a bathroom, and sat with my younger cat, Nyla, while I viewed multiple episodes
of Archer.
Wednesday:
good weather and a perfect day for yard work before the humidity
invades for the end of the week. I
decide to pull the bigger weeds in my yard — some approaching five feet tall, I
kid you not — and trim a shrub which was growing above the bottom sill of our
dining room window. I use an electric
hedge trimmer, connected to a 120V AC household outlet which is directly
beneath the window inside the dining room. I have used this trimmer before, feeding an orange extension cord out
through a crack between the inside window and screen. I took great care so that the cord was draped
away from the area of the bush I was trimming.
Well, you
can probably guess what happened, for as Robert Burns said, “The best laid
plans of mice and men gang oft get singed with a great electrical shock”…or
something like that.
All was
going well until I stopped and noticed that the cord had, despite my careful
planning, indeed got caught between the teeth of my trimmer. On closer examination, I noticed that the cord
was nearly severed in half exposing the actual metal inside which conveys 120
volts of electricity through its length. I immediately unplugged the trimmer from the cord, and then proceeded to
separate the cord from the trimmer’s teeth, content in the knowledge that I had
taken all of the proper safety precautions.
The cord
proved to be very difficult to pull away out of the trimmer, which is just as
well, because at this point my brain kicked into gear and made me realize that
I was not out of danger. I don’t recall
the exact wording of the message which my brain sent to me, but I would not
rule out that they contained words like “effin” and “idiot”. I determined that while, yes, I had
disconnected the cord from the trimmer, the cord itself on the other side of
the trimmer's teeth still snaked through the branches of the bush, through the
slit between the screen and sill, through the crack between the window and
sill, curled downward to the 120V AC wall outlet to which it was still
CONNECTED.
(NOTE TO
EDITOR: Please feel free to take advantage of these parentheses and enter your
comment here. Don’t spare any words; be
brutal, for I deserve it.) Editor's comment: you are a disaster waiting to happen!
Realizing
what I nearly did to myself, I carefully laid the trimmer down, entered my
house, and unplugged the cord, which was now totally useless. I discarded the cord, made a mental note to
put it on my DIY store shopping list, and had another lengthy break watching
multiple episodes of Archer with Nyla.
So, my
vacation is half over, which gives me more opportunities to do something stupid
again! Oh boy! My mind reels at the possibilities!
(Thank you
for reading. On to Thursday! Wait, Michelle Bachmann did...WHAT?)