Here is one that is so old now I had to search my own "personal" file, 
because I couldn't remember the title to search the archives with.

  There was a tiny hint in that.
  I keep a "personal" file where I store a copy of things I've said and 
stories I've told and project reports. Mostly hoping I don't repeat 
myself too often.... 8^)

  But this old story shows that getting in a hurry and failing to pay 
strict attention because of it, hardly ever works out the way you wanted.
   So I thought it might be worth repeating, just this once.
    yours Scott

TOUGH DAY

  You know you're having a bad day when you sustain a hand plane injury.

   Stranger than fiction.
So, there I was at the bench. I had a piece of 2X4 between the dogs. I
had out my jack, set pretty aggressive. I was taking down the 2X to
something like 3/4 at one end and the full 1 1/2 at the other. I was
fitting a frame part for a dormer and the old sag of the roof wanted a
tapered piece to bring the window sill up level.
  First, I'd already whacked a good part of the wood off with a 10"
drawknife. Just hogged off a bunch of it. I was just innocently
cleaning up with the jack.
    There was a knot and I slashed right though it. Once, twice and
Yiiiiiiii!
Now this was a new frontier in tearout. The short grain on the
backside of the knot must have exploded on the second stroke, but I
didn't see it.(doh!)  A great big raggedy chunk of wood flew up at the
knot end and still connected at the other. Along came the innocent
jack, my right hand curled around the knob. (remember last week when
we were talking about how brittle douglas fir is?)
   The chunk jumped right over the oncoming plane and caught the
exposed bottom (leading)  side of my little finger. Gouged out a big
piece of meat and shattered. Shreds of jaggery wood caught the top
side of the finger and carried over to the ring finger too peppering
the top side of that. Looked like I'd caught a small hand grenade.
   Blood pouring I grabbed the biggest pieces of wood still impaling me
and jerked them out. (who says shock is not good for anything). Went
for the first aid box and got out a bandage. I'm not much accustomed
to going into "that" box, so by this time I was getting irritated.
Slapped on the bandage. It didn't work. It soaked through instantly
and continued to ooze strongly.
   When I saw this I really started getting pissed. I ignored it.
Stomped over to the bench and finished the piece. Grabbed the sponge I
keep for wiping glue and sopped off the stains on my bench. Happy I
had it sealed with Paddylac along about then. Just left the evidence
on the 2X.   Marched upstairs and fitted that piece.  Predrilled and
set a couple of 20 pennies to secure it. Had to mop stains off the
window frame, but I carefully didn't drip any anyplace else. Just let
it run down my wrist.
    Suddenly, there I was. Upstairs with bloodstains all the way down
to the elbow of my shirt. I looked down at it consciously for the
first time.................
      "MMOOOOOMMMMMMMYYYYY!!!!!"    (Sob sob sob)  " I'm hurt here"  Ow
Ow Ow Ow Owie!
   So, now I'm about to change to the third bandage and wondering how
I'm going to wash my hair for the next few days. Whoda thunk it? A
plane.
  yours, Scott

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    Scott Grandstaff
    Box 409 Happy Camp, Ca  96039
    scottg@s...
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