Yesterday evening, ran a lawnmower over its electric cable. Yes, it was a pure accident. Fortunately nobody got hurt and only the cable was damaged. My stupidity is getting worse. Yesterday morning, my big girl told me off for letting the living room lamp on for all night. (She always get up earlier than me in the morning.) Can't understand how I could leave the lamp on before going to bed. Always double/triple check everything before going to bed, you know. So weird that I have been making a series of stupid mistakes. Thank goodness, nobody is dead because of them.
Suppose that the mower could be used if the cable was fixed. But bought a new one this morning because the bottom part of the old one's handle had been broken for more than 3 years and it was awkward to tape to fix the broken part over and over again. And also the blade was getting damaged quite badly thanks to tiny stones (and my carelessness). Used the old one for more than 5 years, so am not wasting my money. Cut the rest of the lawn as soon as coming home from the shop. This new one is much much better than the old mower. Lighter and easier to clean and store. Feeling as if the heaven granted me a new machine. (Why did the heaven grant me a stupid brain to do the email blunder, then?)
Yesterday, just the accident happened, felt as if reliving the time of my husband's fatal collapse. Just a wrong turn and he was gone, you know. And it's me who was sorting everything out all by myself without breaking down. So, there was a bit of sad feeling that I experienced last night, while looking up the internet catalog and reserving the mower online. (Pity that can't reserve a new man online.) But now am back to normal, crossing my fingers for not having another mishaps (of any kind) for a while. At least for a week.
And took my wee one to our dentist's this afternoon. Her filling was not in a great condition. D fixed it in a flash. Great. But he told me that one of her new teeth is not in a right position and he didn't know why and what could be done about it. So, he referred her to a consultant at the hospital. Great, another hospital appointment for my wee one in a few months. But great that D said to me that I looked doing well when we went into his room.
On the way home, we popped in a chemist for J the next-door's prescription. The girl told me that J's prescription hadn't been collected today. So, came home empty handed. If I knew J's doctor's name, I would have gone to the health centre and lifted the prescription and went back to the chemist. But, right, don't know who J's doctor is.
Oh well, longing for lovely fuss-free days. Will be reading loads of poetry books which I borrowed at the library today, for a change of air. Need one desperately! Or, should I go out for boyfriend-hunting so that he would help me sort out things? No, no, it's not a good idea. Probably I will end up sorting him out.
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