You might get a chuckle out of this. Tomorrow afternoon I'm having
the Cub Scout Den in my shop, our activity is pocket knife safety.
And then we will try to make some crafty stuff using our knives. I
was trying out a few different things this afternoon, as preparation,
when I slipped and half cut off the tip of my left index finger. Ben
(9 y.o.) was in the shop, he got to learn a few new words, I sopped up
the blood, eventually decided it could make do without stitches.
This evening, after dinner, I was putting some finishing touches on
another carving item, when I slipped and made a new gash, about an
inch below the first one. Ben was in the shop again, of course, if
there were any words he didn't learn this afternoon, the evening
edition taught him the rest of them.
I can only plead blindness. I'm not usually clumsy in the shop,
considering the bloodless pile of sawdust I swept up early today, I
think I proved I can keep my fingers intact on my hand. But I lost my
regular glasses the other day, I think the baby (she is 4, but still
my baby) walked off with them. So I've been working with my reading
glasses. Nothing is where my hands think it is, exactly, I misjudge
distance often. I have a very old pair of glasses I could wear, but
they are not much better.
Maybe tomorrow I'll keep my hands off tools. If any of the Cub Scouts
ask why I have big band aids on my finger, I'll make up a story about
it. Oh wait, that won't work, Ben knows the real story. He won't
keep his mouth shut if he has a chance to make me look like a goober
in front of his buddies.