broken glass

Trying to lift an awkward and heavy picture up high on the wall, it came crashing down on glass lamps and porcelain figurines. Tried again and broke more things till there was a pile of glass below the ladder. Thinking I did not need any help was pure pride in being independent. Proof once again that “pride goeth before a fall”.


One Response to “broken glass”

  1. Emily Says:

    Oh no! Are you okay? This entry makes me remember that time with the wire on the fence–authentically scary!

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