Hammered

Today was one of my usual obsessive compulsive days in the garden. Nothing new. Today's obsession was the greenhouse for the fig tree.

Since the fig tree already has fig buds (see previous post) I was quite concerned to get it under wraps in preparation for what I am sure will be at least one more frost before summer is ushered in.

So there I was, standing on a ladder, pounding the heck out of the frame of this portable green house, when all of a sudden the hammer flew out of my hand and hit me square between the eyes. BAM!

I saw stars and momentarily started to fall off the ladder. But I managed to keep it together and utter a few curse words as I walked around the garden trying to act like nothing had happened. I made the mistake of touching the area. OUCH! Wow did that hurt.

Ok, 30 seconds have gone by. I can now ignore it and get back on the ladder and finish.

Hours later I am incredibly sleepy but not allowing myself to rest. I had to give that little 15 minute speech on garden design at the garden club tonight so I couldn't go to sleep. What if I didn't wake up in time?? No, had to tough it out. Just keep moving, everything will be fine.

As the time approached to head over to the garden club meeting I was really feeling tired, but i got in the car and proceeded to go to the meeting. Well at least I proceeded somewhere-but it wasn't the garden club meeting. After going the wrong way for about 10 minutes I realized something was amiss. Oh dear-not a good sign.

Got there, unpacked my things, sat down and just wanted to fall asleep. Thank goodness the speakers were interesting-it really kept me alert.

Time for the presentation. Turned on the lap top and the projector. OK-how do I move my cursor? Honestly-I could not remember how to move the cursor on my laptop. My lap top was staring back at me like a tablet with Hieroglyphics. Nothing looked familiar.

Somehow I managed to get through the technical panic and did the presentation. The flowers I can talk about in my sleep-so at least I was able to sound coherent even though my mind was mostly absent.

Currently I am trying to stay awake till 10:30. The nurses in the Garden Club are all worried I have a concussion. I know what that means-don't sleep for more than 3 hours at a time. So I will set my alarm for 2:30 and then Liz has promised to wake me at 5:30 as this is the hideous hour she gets up for work.

Yes, gardening is a dangerous sport. I skied all winter with nary a bump or a scratch-but set me loose in the garden and I manage to get a concussion. this leads me to believe that perhaps I should be wearing the helmet to garden instead of to ski. This would be particularly attractive when I am gardening in my PJ's. You Tube anyone?

I'll sign in tomorrow so everyone knows I made it through the night. I know you will be on pins and needles...
Bon soir.