Breaking Things

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Okay, I finished the notifications and thought it would be a good time to get some pictures hung. I needed to get my white board on the wall so I can keep track of my writing goals. I was going to put the chime clock up that was my parents', but that isn't going to work as it needs to be oiled and I don't have any clock oil or know how to oil it, so it's in the closet. Then I wanted to hang a couple pictures near my desk. I have a problem with heights, even with a step ladder, which for the pictures next to and in front of my desk would have required me standing on my desk. I couldn't do it. I called my son. The first picture on the side went okay. He got it up where I wanted it. The second one, in front of me, not so much. He started pounding the nail in the wall and we heard a crash in the living room. What didn't break was amazing - the chimney from my oil lamp, though it was all in pieces, but the chimney didn't break the rest of it was metal. The lighthouse my son gave me for Christmas last year didn't break. I almost didn't find it. What did break - the porcelain rose my daughter got me for my birthday years ago, and a chunk off the well for my manger scene. I still need to clean up all the shards in the living room, but I'm going to wait for proper light tomorrow to do so. I'm very lucky nothing more broke. My son put the shelf back in place and I found a replacement rose that was my mother's and put it on the shelf to balance it out with the other on the opposite side of the wall. The picture shows what was. It's the shelf on the right. How was your day? Thanks for reading.