As many of you may recall, I was getting all set to perform my annual ritual of playing the pipes New Years eve on the spit. Instead, i spent it in the Port Angeles Emergency Room.
New Years is the date I have chosen to use as a measuring stick for my bagpipial education. Every new year, I choose a tune that is beyond my present capability, and then I attempt to learn it over the course of the year. On New Years Eve, I attempt to play the tune on the spit overlooking the Strait of Juan De Fuca. Last year was the first annual "Spitpipe" where I successfully played "Auld Lang Syne" and "My Dream Valley". This year's "Spitpipe" was to feature my rendition of "The Blackbear Hornpipe"
The evening started off as always. My wife and her sister gathered for a nice meal, followed by the annual watching of "It's a Wonderful Life". I had laid out my kit so that at around 11:00 I could get dressed and head out. This year, we had invited several close friends to meet us at the spit for my recital. About half way through the movie, where George Bailey refuses to work for Mr. Potter, I decided to retrieve some egg nog from the kitchen. That's when it happened.
I don't recall this but witnesses state that I tripped over my sister in law's dog. All I recall is loosing my balance, falling into the living room wood stove and stepping on a decorative garden stone my sister in law had made Loraine for her birthday. The stone is very lovely. It is made out of a large piece of rock that sits upright. On it's face there is cut glass in the shape of a bunny, flowers and several finely cut shards of glass depicting field grass. Each blade of grass is cut to a fine point just like real grass. Avoiding the hot woodstove, my bare foot found the decorative garden stone, more precisely it found the grass on the garden stone, the very sharp glass.
I was reminded of the movie Monty Python and the Holy Grail in which the Black Knight gets all his limbs wacked off and spurts rediculous amounts of blood from each stumpy limb. My first thought was "Gosh, I'm gushing kind of like the Black Knight". Now it wasn't like a garden hose or anything, but given the right motivation, I could probably have spray painted my name in the carpet. Loraine applied pressure immediatly and it was off to the ER. Loraine's sister Tani, stayed behind to clean up the blood and take care of the dogs. That is when she found the filet of skin draped over the grassy gnoll on the garden stone. She still hasn't recovered fully. In the ER they discovered that I had cut a divot out of my foot and that there was nothing to stitch.
Spitpipe was cancelled.
I have spent the last week either on the couch or in bed, watching bad sci-fi movies and drifting off on pain killers. All in all, despite the injury it han't been the worst vacation in the world. I have rescheduled Spitpipe for February when I will again attempt to play Blackbear, without all the blood.