Charles working on the roof over part of the deck.
First section out of three almost finished.
Deck and first section of roof finished.
So, just when we were going good on the deck, we had some really strange luck. First, Charles stepped wrong a board while working on the roof over the deck and fell off the deck onto the ground, putting out a couple of rib ends and getting a bit scratched and bruised. Then his leg got broken while cutting firewood with some friends when a large 3' round they rolled down the hill took a wierd bounce up into the trailer where he had jumped to get out of its way and he ended up in surgery with a tibial plateau fracture (see photo). A couple of weeks later we rolled our car while on the way home from a friend's house up in the mountains (luckily our gaurdian angels were on duty, and we only got a few cuts and bruises, amazingly). So the "three bad luck" incidents have happened and we shouldn't be having any more. In the meantime, Charles has been unable to halp me with the house, so we have been extremely grateful with all the family members and friends who have shown up to help us. Thanks, guys (and gals)!!!!
Charles' scar after six weeks.
Charles couldn't make it up the stairs for several weeks, so we set up a bed downstairs for him.
Trimming one of the trees that my sister Carol and I peeled with drawknives to use as poles around the deck.
Carol watching as Charles' sister Darcie and her husband Bill (who came all the way from Utah to help us) secure one of the poles.
Darcie and Bill putting up the floor joists for the upper deck.
One day my brother Paul came over and helped me put up the roof joists for the upper deck rooms so I could begin work on the roof.
So, one night we were awakened in the middle of the night by some of the keys on the piano downstairs playing (kinda freaky, actually). So the next morning I went down and opened up the front panel, and out jumped this big ol' packrat! She had carted off some of the tomatoes, cucumbers, and apples that we had stored downstairs (where it is cooler) and stored them inside the piano, and had pulled out some of the fiberglass insulation we had in the walls and began making a nest. We borrowed a live rat trap from a friend and were eventually able to catch her. I have a soft heart when it comes to animals and didn't want to kill her, so I took her for a ride 30 miles away up in the mountains and let her go.
Freedom!
Putting away our winter's supply of firewood takes an awful lot of time!
1 comment:
Becky, I have been in a rollover. Scary, but kind of an interesting experience. Scott, the two little girls we were babysitting at the time and I came out of the accident pretty much ok, except I think that is what triggered Scott's seizures and he banged up his ribs bad. I remember thinking as we were rolling "So this is what it's like to die", and feeling guilty that we were taking home to Heavenly Father, two little girls that were not ours, and who's parents would miss them terribly.
So glad that you are both safe and sound as well as possible.
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