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Something's Trying to Kill Me and I Think It's That LadderMarch 06, 2006 Remember a few weeks ago when an overbalanced ladder gave me a bloody nose? Well, this morning I was climbing up to the hayloft -- same loft, same ladder -- and just as I was about to make the last step up, the ladder slid backwards and crashed to the barn floor. I had just enough time to think, Shit I hope I don't break my back or my leg or knock myself out. I landed on my butt on the ladder, unharmed except for a whopping bruise on my left thigh below the hip and another impressive bruise and scrape above the left knee. Damned if I know why the thing slipped. It's never slipped before. I picked myself up, then hoisted the ladder back into place, took a deep breath, and climbed back up. Tossed six bales of hay down without incident. Once again I'm blessing my sturdy bod, and wondering if I should do some ritual to propitiate the ladder spirits. (Title swiped from Joanna Russ's essay "Somebody's Trying to Kill Me and I Think It's My Husband: The Modern Gothic.")
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