And then, It Happened.
To Make a Long Story Short, we have in our possession 2 Milk Crates. They hold the work of our Journalistas during the year. Cherub turns in story; Scribe grades, transfers story to milk crate. Cherub retrieves graded story, makes corrections, puts story in stringbook (an old-fashioned term, used by Ink-Stained Wretches of Yesteryear to describe the notebook that contained all their newspaper clips; a portfolio, of sorts).
As our Final Act before leaving for the 3-day weekend, we decided that The Milk Crates needed to be in position for the first day of school. We reached up, and pulled the first bulky crate down from its perch atop The Barney Cabinet (Yes, yet another Subject for yet another Post!).
Second crate came sliding along, off the cabinet. Following its Brother in Arms, no doubt. Sliding, sliding, sliding. Until it fell, and...
...clunked Your Not-So-Nimble Scribe in the forehead. Ouch!
Needless to say, We Were Stunned. Literally. Some blood, a huge knot, & a bruise of every-changing colors later, we shook off the injury, picked up The Milk Crates, secured them in their proper positions for the school year, turned off the lights, and locked the door.
The Scholastic Scribe Has Left The Building. At least for the 3-day weekend. Oh, we hope the swelling goes down before Tuesday. Don't wanna scare the freshmen!