The Almost Deadly Headboard

      At it Again;

     While taking our daily doggy walk, my daughter, grandson and I, took the ritual through the forest path.
     Planted on the left of the path is a wood fence, which after a while turns to wire. A white bent piece of ron caught my eye.
     walking just farther, I realized the white which caught me, had been a white brass headbord. Old fashioned.
     Knowing me, those who do, know  am a big time sucker for anything 'old', or has an old look. Sometimes men, but let me not stray...
     Now, mind you, I have a bad back, as well a a heck of a case of carple tunnel.
     My mind was set.
     "Mom, I don't understand you,", DUH. "You're back hurts and your thumb. What are you doing?"
     She knew, though her concern is constant and appreciated, as well as priceless, I, well, let me say, I do what I wish, at the exact second I wish. Be this good or terribly bad. Come what may.
     Did I mention I wore flimsy sandles and previously there had been three days of rain?

     I trudged to the end of the wire gate. Almost there. I thought it would be an easy treck. Everything looked fine. Of course this means nothing.
     I shleped through large branches and sopping leaves. BUT, I spotted my prey.
     Not as easy as first thought, the iron side boards were attached with bolts.
     I grabbed the side bar, heaving it to and fro. On one to- or fro, my sandle was sucked off by thick soaked leaves.
     With all my might I ripped the side bar back, forth, and around. Not paying attention to the wherewithall of the headboard itself as it bashed me on the right side of my head. I wondered if this was the day I would die.

to be continued...