So, a couple of weeks ago, Robert Lucier of Lake Manitoba First Nation decided “enough is enough — it’s time to do something about our leaky garage roof.”
So he got the ladder, had a stroll around the roof and decided a tarp would do the job until a more permanent fix could be done.
Once back down he got the tarp, went back up, took a couple of steps and crash — he fell through to the concrete floor 10 or so feet below.
The roof had completely given way beneath his feet, but why, when he’d been walking around on it just shortly before?
Because, it appears when he was on the roof the previous time, he was luckily stepping closer to or on the joists holding the roof up.
The next trip he unfortunately stepped on the exact reason the roof was leaking so much — the rotting chipboard the shingles were hiding, dead centre between the joists.
“It all happened so quickly,” says Robert. “Zoom — through the roof, bounced off a couple of shelves, all the stuff following me down ‘til my big thump on concrete floor.”
“The only thought I had on the way down was, ‘I hope I don’t land on (his wife) Angela’s truck.”
She was outside the garage at the time. I told him that’s probably what she was thinking too.
So did he get hurt?
“I checked myself over,” says Robert, “found there was nothing hurt but my pride.”
Wow, lucky man. I ask him if he’s ever had a fall like this before.
He laughs. “Nope, the only big fall I’ve had before this was for my wife, and that didn’t hurt at all. I’d even do it again!”
Sweet romance. So nice.
Robert said he was a bit sore here and there for a few days, and is grateful that’s all the damage he did to himself. Yes, he finally got the tarp up without recreating his Evel Knievel crash. Good thing you missed Angela’s truck, Robert, or you might have been calling me from an I.C.U.
Glad you’re OK. Thanks to you and Angela for sharing your story with us.
Moving along, let’s wrap today’s column with this tasty tale.
I have Scottish roots; Grandma Lyle (nee Baird) was from Wishaw, Scotland. And last weekend, I found out just how frugal I am.
I was browsing some for sale/free ads, saw a picture of one of the most delicious looking chocolate cakes I’ve ever seen, with the following below it:
“Kids ate less than I thought they would. Party is over and it would be a shame to throw it out.”
Chocolate cake, in a free ad?
True, I don’t know what the home is like, where it is, whether or not the family dog may have licked the cake or the kids coughed or sneezed over it, but this is half of a really big, yummy looking chocolate cake with sliced strawberries on it. Let’s say I was more than a little tempted.
So… what is the protocol for accepting free, partially eaten food? What is the protocol for offering it? Curious, and hungry, minds want to know…
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