Greeting and Sallytations!
I’m writing this on Thursday, Oct. 11. I woke to many inches of snow on the ground, my car, etc. This is not right. Then I think of the hurricane hitting Florida and our early snowfall really isn’t that bad. Of course, I’m not prepared to have mittens or boots handy and I can’t find the snow scraper. So, I remember my old standby trick—I use a credit card. It’s not fun. It takes patience and a few choice words of frustration. Note to self: Keep snow scraper in the trunk year-round if you live in Minnesota.
I mentioned a few weeks back that I had a toe procedure. I don’t want to be too graphic and I’m not looking for sympathy at all, but toenail removal is horrible. The problem is, for accidentprone people like me, everything is going to fall on my toes now more than ever. Two days after the procedure, the biggest shampoo bottle ever hit my toe in the shower. Next, my granddaughter accidentally stepped on the other toe. But, the grand finale was—a large, heavy rolling cart managed to roll over both of my raw toes. Never have I ever wanted to drop to the floor in pain. So, I’m trying to be a tough girl and just deal with it and be aware of my surroundings.
Safety first. It all sounds good on paper. So, I was getting things from my trunk last week during that high wind and out of nowhere, the trunk comes downs hard and fierce and slams directly on top of my forehead and the bridge of my nose. I feel the blood dripping down my face. My nose is already crooked enough. I sure didn’t need any more attention drawn to it. Oh, my stars. Let’s just call this bad week “head and shoulders, knees and toes.”
I’m a walking bomb. That will never change. I’ve had more freak accidents than I care to remember. I’ll just have a new paranoia of falling trunks. I’m here to be the poster child of freak accidents and may others learn from my painful experiences.
Speaking of ugly noses, I saw the cutest twin boys looking at and trying on Halloween witch masks. I pointed out that one of the masks was the best witch mask I’d ever seen. One of the boys said, “This isn’t a witch mask, this is our Gramma!” I had a hard time keeping a straight face. I was praying they weren’t with their grandma, and I crossed my fingers hoping she didn’t hear the comment. Sure enough, here comes grandma and she heard it. She wasn’t amused. I was waiting for the boy to say I looked like the mask with my damaged head and nose, but I survived the comparison. Out of the mouth of babes.
I quickly left the Halloween department. I felt like I was a piece of the Monopoly game. Do not pass go, leave the Halloween department and get out of the store.
I’d like to thank the folks who attended the recent Taste of Mt. Iron and all the vendors who cooked and baked for this event. What a fun night of food tasting! It takes a village to put on events like this and the Friends of the Library are so grateful for the support.
The Top Award/People’s Choice went to the salted caramel brownie truffle from Queen City Catering. Other top award winners were Thirsty Moose Chicken Wings, Grandma’s Spicy Penne Pasta, Mark Yuccas’ 100-Pound Casserole, Dream Machine Car Club Candyland, Donna Peterson’s Sarmas, Salvation Army, Must Go Soup, Claudia Skalko’s Mini Pasties, and the Sawmill’s Reuben Egg Rolls.
So, it’s a wrap for this week. I’m just hoping to survive one week without injury. How about those Vikings last week? They’re coming back at last. SKOL VIKINGS!
Sally Yuccas lives in Virginia, MN.