I think most people remember the old “I Love
Lucy” sitcom. I used to enjoy watching Lucy’s antics whether in her
home or at work with Mr Mooney.
It occurred to me just the other day how many times I end up in situations that
are fairly comedic-if not to me then to
the casual bystander. As one such situation played itself out in my own
bathroom I realized how for the past
many years I have been subconsciously stealing scenes from the queen of
Our home has been
in a constant state of remodeling for the past several months. Recently two men came over and
in our bathroom and laundry room. I arrived home after they had left to find the linoleum
finished but nothing
else put back into place. I replaced doors and reconnected various water fittings-they weren’t
However sitting in the bath tub was our one and only toilet which I could foresee needing in the near
had a wax seal with me so I quickly laid it on the base and then reached for the toilet. I assumed they had
the water but had guessed wrong. I soon had water and some kind of slime that collects in the bottom of
everywhere. I panicked at the thought that I had ruined our new floor and despite my efforts still had no
Lucille Ball had become stuck in an overflowing shower once so I tried to remember how she handled her
I believe she ended up crying and her friend Vivian saved the day. I handled the mess and
bolted the toilet down
in time, just in time.
Another Lucy-like situation occurred this past week. I had picked up a fourteen foot
swinging gate for my corral.
Now my pick-up is a shorted (six feet long) so I put up the tailgate and hoped for the best.
I was very careful until
I got on a back road and headed for home. I believe I was singing along with a BR-549
(great country group)
rendition of “Cherokee Boogie” when I realized the gate was falling out of the
pick-up bed. I hit the brakes just in
time to stop this impending disaster only create a greater one. The
front of the gate was by this time pointed
skyward and gaining speed. I heard the screech of tires and my own heart
beating as the gate left the bed of my
pick-up. I’ve seen beauty before but nothing like the awful glory I
saw through my windshield as that swinging
gate crested over the cab of my pick-up. NASA has tried to jettison
large objects into the air for years and here I
had done it without even trying. As the gate landed it came
to a harmless stop and I scurried to pick it up and
load it again then fled the scene with a quick check over my shoulder.
I was just sitting here trying to think of a good ending for this column. Something that included an accident
some type of misadventure worthy of the “I Love Lucy” title. As I reached to grab a Kleenex
tissue I hit my coffee
cup sending a cascade of the dark, acrid stuff all over my computer keyboard and my pants.
I stood up quickly and
then hit my head on the roll-top desk. My keyboard is now shorting out and I hope I
can dry it up and still use it
in the future. One good thing though, I did find my ending.