My plan was to cut the lawn Wednesday evening before my wife got home, but rain scotched those good intentions.
Just as well.
After cutting the lawn after work a week ago, I'd spent a few hours in Saturday's brutal heat and humidity edging and weed wacking and trimming around the yard and that was an ordeal.
It didn't help that I almost took off my left ankle.
Well, it felt like it, anyway.
Our weed wacker is electric and I have to hook it up with an extension cord.
Which is what I was doing early in my chores Saturday.
I had the weed wacker near my feet, which should've been no big deal except I was wearing flip flops instead of the usual sneakers for yard work.
Bad move.
When I plugged the extension cord into the handle, I inadvertently tripped the trigger and the business end of the weed wacker started whipping at my left heel.
EEEEEYOUCH!!!
It was one of those moments where you're going --- did I just do what I think I did?
The blood was proof.
I limped into the house to administer first aid when my wife walked in and saw my ankle.
Don't ask, I said.
Talk about feeling stupid?
I still managed to get everything done, before calling it a day.
Cutting the grass can wait --- with my sneakers and socks on, for sure.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
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