Misadventures continue to happen.... even at Christmas.

One just happened to me right now.  I somehow erased the first three paragraphs of this posting!  No way, no how,  could I get it back.  My mother always called me "Sloppy Jo", because of my carelessness. I didn't mean to be careless, but I did get into all kinds of predicaments; i.e. the time the snowmobile I was driving when I was fourteen years old, got stuck on the train track and had the front part blown to bits by a train whizzing by, as I stood on the snowbank and sobbed my heart out. 

However, I digress.  I am no longer a teenager, but an old boomer who still manages to get herself into tight spots. 

I am getting ready to leave my daugther's place and move to my son's.  They have left for work, so I start to pack and get ready to take a shower. They have a beautiful antique, claw legged bathtub with the oval shower curtain rod that surround the tub.  I give the curtain on my left a gentle tug, as I step into the tub, to close the curtain around me. You guessed it!  The entire left side of the curtain rod falls out of the ceiling, and rests on a shelf that itself, is precariously perched on the wall. What could I do?  I couldn't see anything; I didn't have my glasses on. I wasn't tall enough to try to put the rod, hanging from the ceiling, back into its hole, AND I was stark naked. There is something about not being very capable of anything, when you aren't wearing any clothes.  Jeepers... I am in panic mode. I have visions of the entire right side falling down as well. Let me tell you, that was one QUICK shower.

I hopped out, called my EVER so handy brother and godfather to my daughter, who also happens to live close by, to come fix my mess.  God bless his heart, he comes right over after I text him five pictures of the damage. With the pics, he was able to discern the tools and parts needed to repair the rod.

At the same time, he also fixes the clothes rack that had fallen off the wall in my room, the night before. That probably happened because I hung all my clothes at one end, instead of spreading the clothing out over the entire rod. That is me... I didn't think. There were all these hangers at the other end of the rod, and I didn't know where to put them so I left them where they were. Can you see my helpless shrug?

This curtain rod incident reminds me of when I was in St.Jean Pied de Port, in France, in August,  getting ready to start The Camino the next day.  In our lovely Air BNB I thought I was turning on the hot water tank for the shower, when I actually turned on the heat! That wouldn't have been so bad, except that it was 35 freaking degrees Celsius outside.  I simply couldn't figure out how to turn the WRONG heater off and the RIGHT heater on. Thank God another angel came to my rescue - my Camino walking partner Nancy.  She figured it all out in no time flat. We never did tell Evelyne, our host.  She will find out if she reads this blog.  I hope her English is still basic. LOL    

A-N-Y-W-A-Y, to conclude my story... forty five minutes later, $10 worth of screws, and butterfly clamps, a lecture from brother and a huge headache growing on me by then, EVERYTHING has been fixed.   He and I are on our way to pick up my cell phone charger that I had left at a girlfriend's the night before.  I am exhausted from all this running around this morning, clothed and naked. I can't wait to take a nap!

I never say anything to my daughter or son-in-law. I figure if they don't notice anything, all the better. Then I won't have to explain anything!