It’s baaack. It’s cold again. 55 degrees when we woke up yesterday. Of course it was. It was Turkey Fry Tuesday. That meant we had to be outside a lot. Great.
I started around 8, pulling out the fryer stands and pots. Nathan brought over the propane and a third fryer and pot. The turkeys were ready. They had been sitting in the seasoning rub since Sunday. In spite of the cold … it was time.
As it turned out, Nathan brought his two lovely ladies with him. Kel and Christina came with all their bunch except Micah. For the rest of the afternoon, we all pitched in. Nathan was instrumental in getting the turkeys fried and cut up. The boys helped get them from the fridge to the counter. Cailyn and Noa worked together with Nana to pies put together and get them baked. And April spearheaded the massive cleanup efforts. We left the hot oil covered in the pots in the back yard. It needed to cool for a day or two before returning to the jugs from whence it came and making its way to the trash can. That’s on tap for sometime today.
I guess the big excitement of the day came as the final three turkeys were crackling away in their baths of scalding oil. From those pots, I headed toward the back door with one of the cooking thermometers in hand, ready to get a start on dishwashing. And just as I entered the house, as my sneaker hit the tile (unbeknownst to me, said sneakers had accumulated a pocket of grease on their bottom), my foot slipped out from beneath me, sending my crashing to the floor.
I took the brunt of the impact on my elbow. Same elbow of the arm containing the hand in which the sharp-pointed thermometer temporarily resided. Fortunately, no stabbing resulted. I was tended to in an instant by Chris and Nathan. Both “calmly” inquired as to my wellbeing, insisting that I stay seated for at least a minute or two. Nathan held out his hand to help me up, but I had visions of his shoulder being ripped from its socket again. I took my time easing myself up and to my feet. Oh, that was after I reassured my smart watch that even though I had fallen, I was OK and it didn’t need to call 911. I also reassured the humans.
I figured I would probably be fine for at least 24 hours, or until I had a chance to completely relax. Then the pain would no doubt show up. I was pretty correct. Didn’t take 24 hours though. The soreness crept in before I ever made it to bed last night. It’s still around today, but not as bad as I anticipated.
2 Corinthians 5:18 says, Everything is from God, who reconciled us to Himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation:
Father, thanks for for keeping me relatively unscathed in that fall. Amen.
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