Looking out my Backdoor: Drop the paint bucket

One of my Montana classmates, who has chronic problems with her back, sometimes to the point she cannot walk, told us the story of what happened a several years ago that caused her to resort to hanging onto her walker this week.

Cheryl was on a ladder painting the eaves of a new-built garden shed. She needed to move the ladder, started down, slipped and landed on her bottom, broke her tailbone and crushed several vertebrae, but, by golly, she hung onto the paint bucket.

Does this sound familiar?

Paint splattered everywhere, changing the color of flowers on the bushes, her clothing, the ground....