So, we woke upthis morning at the kids CY house to sunshine. Hurricane Sandy to a southern route and we were spared any inconvenience except for a lawn full of tree branches, bark, and leaves. Which meant I had to go ahead and start the door project in the garage.
first i had to clean out the corner cause my kid had not prepped for anyything. Then we madew a list and went to the store for lumberand supplies, and a ladder believe it or not and finally at 3:00 we had all in place.
I went to measure for the opening cutout, placed my hand on the garage door spring,,,,,BAM!
Damn thing broke. When it did, it collapsed taking a dime size piece of skin off of each of my fingers on the right hand.
Blood everywhere.
Kids screaming.
Daughter-in-law dialing for an Ambulance.
The wife yelling and getting out the battle dressings
After a moment, I took a look at my hand, cancelled the ambulance and asked for two things. Ten Bandaids and two fingers of scotch.
Everyone laughed at the silly old man, the wife did her surgery and the scotch came as Amaretto. My son has higher, more refined tastes, than scotch. I would have settled for McGregors.
Connecticut??
Anyhow, who would have thought the garage door springs were that deadly. Watch out for them suckers. They be mean.
first i had to clean out the corner cause my kid had not prepped for anyything. Then we madew a list and went to the store for lumberand supplies, and a ladder believe it or not and finally at 3:00 we had all in place.
I went to measure for the opening cutout, placed my hand on the garage door spring,,,,,BAM!
Damn thing broke. When it did, it collapsed taking a dime size piece of skin off of each of my fingers on the right hand.
Blood everywhere.
Kids screaming.
Daughter-in-law dialing for an Ambulance.
The wife yelling and getting out the battle dressings
After a moment, I took a look at my hand, cancelled the ambulance and asked for two things. Ten Bandaids and two fingers of scotch.
Everyone laughed at the silly old man, the wife did her surgery and the scotch came as Amaretto. My son has higher, more refined tastes, than scotch. I would have settled for McGregors.
Connecticut??
Anyhow, who would have thought the garage door springs were that deadly. Watch out for them suckers. They be mean.
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