Kicking the Bucket…

Grateful Blog: Day 21: I’m Grateful today because I kicked the bucket last. And yet here I am. You seem back’s been killing me lately. I wrenched it lifting firewood. So after toughing it out for a month or so I finally went to the chiropractor who when I walked in said “That’s weird, I was just thinking about you today”. So I guess I was due for my annual back cracking. I felt pretty good afterwards, so good in fact when I can home to a cold house I thought I’d make a fire. So from the woodpile I hoisted the buckets again, chock full of maple, oak and the occasional piece of fir, cedar, or 2×4 scrap. I made a big fire, got the house plenty warm before falling asleep in front of it in my recliner. Somewhere in the night I woke up and went up to bed. I woke again this morning to find chunks of wood scattered all over the living room floor and carpet. I asked my wife how the heck that happened and she said ‘Don’t you remember, last night–you kicked the bucket’. And so I did. Some days, it just enough to be Grateful to be alive, to be warm, with a sore back and a funny wife…