Friday, June 02, 2006

I nearly killed myself today chopping up an onion

It's true. The knife slipped, skipped, hopped, and slid across the chopping board, and went to embed itself in my belly, round about where my appendix is, business end first. It was all over in a splitsecond. I couldn't have done that if I'd tried.

I have always had a morbid overwhelming fear of having sharp knives in the house. Now I know why; so that I wouldn't stab myself to death today, while chopping an onion. As it is, my knives are all ridiculously blunt, and when I recovered from the shock of my own kitchen implements attacking me viciously and unprovokedly, and checked myself, there wasn't even a scratch.

However. Bad news. Owner of our house has decided to sell it. Bugger. Bugger. Bugger. We shall probably have to find somewhere else, unless the buyer is just making an investment rather than wanting to move in him/herself. (Bugger.) I *so* could have done without this weighing on my mind when I am supposed to be going nutty with my travel nerves instead. This is what the black cat and hen brought me, I'm sure.

And I have been working so hard in my garden, and the rockery of the rats...!

To cheer myself up I went to the Hilo Hep Cat hop, at Kope Kope cafe. It did cheer me up. Dancing is good, although I am quite, quite hopeless half the time. (Incidentally, kope is coffee in Hawai'ian.)

© 2006 Anna MR


nmj said...

hey anna mr, have you got time to get that lava back before finland? i think pele is wreaking havoc . . . your husband hoovering the bears' paws, now that made me guffaw! & kope is a lovely word.

Anna MR said...

Yeah, I'm beginning to think it's Pele catching up with me now (she probably read my confession, on my blog! damn me and my big mouth, um, keyboard) but the volcano is an hour's drive away and I don't have the time to do it. Pele, if you are reading this – I will return your lava as soon as I am back!