Jack’s Walk

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I’m sorry that Jack’s Walk didn’t get posted yesterday. It was one of those days. The day began suddenly when a painter, painting in my friend V’s living room, fell 5 feet from a ladder while holding a gallon of white paint. V and I were both still sleeping soundly when it happened, but the sudden crash and cries of pain woke us both bolt upright right away. The fellow was already up and trying to mop up, but his forearm was lacerated and there was blood. And paint. Everywhere. My first thought was actually “Wow! That’s just like in cartoons!” and I had to stifle a nervous giggle. My next thought was “Oh, shit. Where’s the cat?” and finally, when I’d taken in the whole scene, it occurred to me that I’m trained in first aid and should be doing something more useful than standing there gaping. It was just so spectacular to see. Probably a once in a lifetime thing to see. I wish I  had pictures, but it didn’t even occur to me to take one. We sent the painter home with an icepack and encouragement to see a Dr. and then began the tedious chore of wiping up white paint spots from literally every surface in the room. The small spots dried quickly and required some scraping and the large spots just schmeared and made more of a mess. By the time I looked at my watch it was 12 o’clock and I had a 12:30 train to catch. The rest of the story is familiar to every weary traveler; hurry-up and wait. It’s about missed connections and not having a chance to eat. It’s about feeling grubby and irritable and wasted, but then finally it’s about being home. A Very Good Place to be.


  1. Jazzlet says

    Gosh, that sounds dramatic, I hope the painter was ok.

    I once encountered a friend who had an English Sheepdog with what appeared to be a completely different dog. It wasn’t, their English Sheepdog had managed to get a can of gloss paint all over itself and had to be close clipped to get the paint off.

    Enjoy being home voyager!

  2. Nightjar says

    Yikes! I was wondering why there was no Jack’s Walk yesterday, but I would never have guessed something like that. I hope the poor painter is ok and maybe already laughing with his family about what happened.

    Home is indeed a very good place to be, and the best to get some much needed rest. Sounds like you need it!

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