Glass Encounters of the Breakage Kind

[Monday, August 3, Editor's Note: I'm fine. ... had to extract a long pointy piece out of my ankle, then dig out the tip (which had broken off) ... it hit a small vein which is why all the bleeding. No stitches. The rest are just pricks, like from Zoe's claws when she forgets herself and plays too rough.]


... or Toni's Purge Intentions go Mightily Awry ...

OK. So I go in the kitchen to pull some stuff off a top shelf for purging, for a haul away to Good Will. The shelf just below it has all our glassware (drinking glasses) on it. I don't touch the thing, brush against it, nothing, and suddenly the entire shelf just collapses ... glasses flying, then GLASS flying ... everywhere, into the Paris (back) room, the living room, the hallway to the laundry room, and RAINING all over the kitchen. I'm standing there gasping, my feet and the floor around them covered an inch deep in shards ...

and I realize I have bits of glass sticking out all over my legs, both of them, and one piece in my left ankle, which is gushing blood.

So I yell like three times for Kevin and simultaneously I've started to cry -- he comes running (he'd been sound asleep; must've been something of Major Panic in my voice). He takes a look, dashes to find shoes, grabs a broom and dust pan but first helps me to the bathroom so I can pull these shards out of my legs, sitting on the edge of the tub bleeding, with my little tweezers, and bawling just cuz it scared me so bad, not cuz I hurt at all! ...

all this time later (about 45 minutes) and we have a trash can full of glass; I've washed the bowls that were under that shelf of glass dust, salvaged a whopping 8 glasses (from about 50) ... I mean, I wanted to purge but not our GOOD stuff that we use every day. And the top shelf I'd just taken everything down from proceeded to drop, but somehow I had my arms right there and caught it. Time for REAL CUPBOARDS I'D SAY!!!!

And my ankle has not stopped bleeding, tho' it's slowed. I'm wondering stitches? It IS kinda serious. But I want to wait for BB to get home.

And now I still have to go figure out how to use Double BB's big vacuum thingie [the one that he details cars with] to sweep the kitchen ... there is glass all over, still, after four times being swept: shards, dust, bits. Goodbye to my morning. And my best purge intentions along with it.

Anybody got any whiskey? I need a shot! and a hug!!! And a winch to pry Zoe out from under my studio table -- poor furry beastie had been taking a snooze nearby on the tile when all this glass hell broke loose!