Having foolishly offered my services to the museum if the regulars were missing, the lassie foolishly took me up on this. This meant I sauntered, without a care in the world, to the museum this afternoon, expecting a chat with a visitor or two, a cup of tea or two, and a browse of a book, or two.
I should have realised that the lassie was a woman. A delivery for the shop arrived yesterday and she had planned an afternoon of putting Victorian school slates (imitation I mean) in a paper bag, along with the 'pencil' that is used as a writing implement. Over two hundred later, and same to do, I decided to cut my finger with the scissors and bleed over everything instead. It brought that job to a halt.
With help fixing a plaster over a small cut but profusely bleeding cut is easy. I needed no help, until I discovered the blood dripping over the floor, the sink, the plasters, when I found them, and then realised that opening the blasted plasters was difficult. Blood going everywhere, and the plaster protection untearable! In the end I used my teeth, and with great difficulty finished the job. Foolish me tore a bit of skin right off and now this throbs so bad I can hardly type, and this was my best typing finger. Sympathy? No I got no sympathy! And I had to clear up the mess, and then return to 'work.'
Apart from the cut, the second one actually, this was a pleasant afternoon. How nice to be doing something! How nice to be 'working' again. How nice to feel useful, especially when the blood was removed. Chatting to a variety of visitors, and scrubbing the kids cheeky comments of the school blackboard, was interesting and fun. I learned much, although information regarding the 'Ice Age' and its relevance was missing. Enjoyable in every way.
However this adds to my new exercise regime. This included actually getting out on the bike this morning for half an hour, and combined with the afternoons work, setting out a room for a meeting was also involved, it means I am now worn out. Ruined my routine of course, and it's a good job the Heart of Midlothian play tomorrow so I don't miss the football. How lucky you folks are to have a life! That's all I can say.
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6 comments:
I think it is awesome you are doing this. And I don't mean cutting your fingers.
That's me, all heart.....
So long as you don't accidentally behead yourself when performing some useful task, it sounds as if you will be a good asset to them and I am sure they are very pleased indeed to have you. There is something so satisfying in contributing to a worthwhile project.
Jenny, No need to behead myself, others are willing to do this.....
There's nothing in this world that is quite like feeling useful. I'm happy you are. :)
It makes a change....
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