I had to skip work yesterday because on Sunday I fell down in my attic. Nothing serious, just a sprained wrist and a huge bruise on my … right hip. What was I doing in my attic, you ask? I’ll tell you. On Sunday afternoon I was in my “office” watching season 3 of West Wing and just hanging out when it suddenly dawned on me that I was cold. Colder than I should be. Then it dawned on me that the bathroom fan was making a lot of noise. Then it hit me that there are two windows in my attic – one in front and one in back – and one of them was open. Which would totally explain why I was cold and why the bathroom fan was rattling. So I decided to do something about it.
Now, one of the features that I love about my house is the front porch. I can never decide, though, if the porch was designed as part of the house or if it was an add-on. Interestingly enough, the ceiling of the porch is about 2 feet lower than the ceilings in the rest of the house. This is most noticeable from the attic. When you go up there, there is a huge recess in the beams where the front porch is….which is also where the open window was. Instead of walking on the beams, I decided (rather stupidly now, I do confess) to walk on a board that must be older than dirt and well, didn’t hold up. And down I fell. My right hip landed squarely on the main lengthwise beam of the house and I managed to not fall through the front porch ceiling. And I eventually managed to close the window. Warmer, quieter house…bruised ego and … *bottom*.
What did you do this weekend?