June 1 2015

HOLY MOLY!! I MISSED MAY!
I'm like the absent minded professor, without the professor part.
Well here's June.
I do have a little story. I'll set it up by telling you that when installing hardwood floors, when you get close to the walls you have to put the cleater aside and use a nail gun to fasten the boards close to the wall. It just so happens that every once in a while one of the nails will hit a knot or something and ricochet upward. I found out the hard way and it deflected right up through my finger, yeah, ouch!  Wait, that's not the end of the story. My finger was now nailed to the floor, I was unable to free myself and Pat had just left to pick his daughter from the airport,  I was on my own. Hey! what happened to my font. Deal with it. As I was saying ,I was stuck to the floor, I couldn't even reach my tool box for a pair of pliers. So I was sitting wondering what to do when this crazy little spider crawls up and starts webbing my finger, I'm thinking "What the...". This little guy's life isn't going to last long enough to choke all of me down. That's when I saw the rest of them, a huge swarm coming to help their buddy. Now I'm thinking I'll just grab my mallet and smack a few of them. I can't reach it, so I stretch my leg out to get it and the rubber end grabs the floor and it flips over just like a garden rake and smashes my shin. The webbing is getting a bit furious so I devise a plan to make a loop with the air hose and lasso the mallet. I'm not much of a cowboy so by the time I get it the little buggers are webbed right up to my elbow. Still, I'm not worried, I'm not a real big guy but they're going to need Spiderman to hold me down. With my mallet I can wipe out half their population in a couple of swings, but, I can't do it, the little buggers are so industrious I feel sorry for them. I come up with a new idea, I grab my pry bar and pry the board off the floor, now I'm on my feet, albeit, I have a three and a half foot board nailed to my hand. I have to go to emergency, I feel a bit like an idiot so I pretend it's my cane. I finally get to see the doctor, I say "Hey, doc, I'm thinking about making this piece of wood a cane, and would like to get measured for the proper length before I start shaping it, and while you're at it,think you could get this nail out of my finger?"

Sorry about May

Have a great day

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