Molly had always wanted a sort of “do-it-yourself” house where she could “do things” like painting rooms. No big hammering stuff. Just arranging this and that, and sanding this and that. In fact, the first thing she did once she had moved in and settled was to sand off the old paint on the staircase bannister and stain it. What a transformation! Now to transform the whole house!
As time went by, she became a little more daring. A little window frame change around here and there. She even bought a skill saw! Hammering nails in and pulling nails out was ho-hum. In fact she almost became convinced that in another life she must have been a carpenter.
It was no use wallpapering the passageway, for example, until the physical renovations were complete. In fact, Molly was practically rearranging the whole house. Once all the physical changes had been made she would begin the decorations. The original staircase bannister had already been removed, which goes to show that one can be over enthusiastic when it came to “doing things” too soon.
Because all the changes were not outside the house, no one had the slightest clue that there was such activity going on inside. No permits or the like had been obtained from whatever branch of government demanded such things. Who would know? And indeed, Molly was right.
There was just one more thing that Molly wanted to do before beginning the decorating stage of her project; she wanted to make a wide opening between the dining room and the sitting room. That way it would become an expansive area, an area of vision and visage! But it was going to be Molly’s biggest task. Thank goodness she did not intend to have doors, even sliding doors, in the newly created space. She was a little too impatient for such precision!
Molly cut a large opening in the separating wall. It took only an afternoon. Thank goodness no one was hurt when the roof of the house caved in.
She wasn’t paying attention because she had an itching, burning, extremely bad case of reactivated Chicken Pox virus. Yes. Molly had Shingles.
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Shingles are a lot more classy than roofing iron. Here in New Zealand (where we don’t have snakes) I got my anti-shingles injection just last month. So now I can die happy of Covid-19 knowing I won’t get shingles as well.
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I forgot that was where you were from. From secondhand experience Shingles can make you wish you were dead.
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Yes – I’ve know a several who got shingles (including my mother) and it drove them nuts.
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So that is what a support beam does! Silly Molly.
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Golly Miss Molly!
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Some Little Richard love in this post
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I wasn’t sure if you were going to pick up a reference going all the way back to 1956 – since you’re just a spring chicken!
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Bruce I know 50s thru the 70s better than now! Thanks though…I like being called a Spring Chicken…hell I’ll take Summer Chicken
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Gosh. And I thought she might fall off the stairs. But those support beams…I can’t tell you how many times someone asked why I wasn’t taking out the wall between my kitchen and living room when I was remodeling the kitchen. I kept saying “That wall is structural.”
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Some people don’t seem to realize that the roof doesn’t hold itself up in the air!
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I have been mulling over the etymology and various connotations of ‘hurt’, and have carefully gone through multiple websites of repute to establish the true purport of the climax. I went as far as plumbing the depths of “The Hurt Locker”,, but couldn’t conclusively arrive at a position indicating death. At the same time, nothing could prove the converse as true either. Hence, I allowed myself to settle with the premise that Molly died.
References
Hurt https://www.etymonline.com/word/hurt
At the Movies: Plumbing the Depths of “The Hurt Locker” https://www.visualthesaurus.com/cm/wordroutes/at-the-movies-plumbing-the-depths-of-the-hurt-locker/
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Why on earth did this comment require moderation. It wasn’t the slightest immoderate, Now, having moderated, just give me a bit of time to investigate the links.
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The standard Akismet check on comments including 2 references.
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Aha!
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I’m getting to it. The cat is kicking up bobsy-dye because she wants dinner. I shall return.
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I never connected “hurt” and “hurtle” before – but it’s logical. Also, I never heard of “hurt locker” but it makes sense too. Oddly, I was on etymonline.com this morning (for the first time in my life) looking up the origins of the word rhubarb!
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That is a barbarous link!
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Ha ha! I suppose rhuBARB is obvious once you know it.
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I’m glad the floor was ok.
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What on earth would she need a floor for?
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Well you’ve got to have something to pick up the ceiling of off.
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Silly me – I never thought of that.
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Wasn’t she floored?
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Apparently she’d seen more ceilings than Michelangelo.
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That is wicked, Bruce!
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I have a streak in me that I’m trying to purge.
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