My saddle slipped

I had a good Saturday.  I made progress in the closet.  I threw out a lot of old cosmetics and specialty undergarments (which I bought when I was ballroom dancing and are now much too small) and giving away lots of shoes.  I’m sure there’s someone else out there with a size 9½ narrow foot.  I also cleaned up the area around my computer; another task I’d been putting off for much too long.

The big project for the weekend was to put together an electric grill for my balcony.  It’s a real barbecue size one, shaped like a Weber kettle, and meant for outdoor use only. I bought the darned thing last summer and it’s been sitting in a box in my kitchen since then.  The good news: it’s assembled.  The bad news:  I pulled my back doing it.  It was heavier than I anticipated and required a bit of lifting and bending and twisting to get all the bolts in place.  So it’s sitting on the balcony, looking all pretty and shiny.

The consequence?  I spent all day yesterday sitting on an ice-pack and not doing much of anything.  Since I pull  my back a few time each year, I know the pattern.  I should be ok by tomorrow.  Until then, Motrin is my friend.

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