Squashed

squashAlice and I worked in the garden this morning. I did the watering and picked the sweet onions; a small crop this year with some monster onions. Alice picked beans and a few remaining blueberries, and made helpful suggestions of ways I could spend my spare time in the garden. Isn’t it just like human nature? It is always more obvious what someone else should be doing. We also picked a few semi-ripe tomatoes. There are still quite a few green ones, but the days are getting shorter and the nights are getting colder. We’ll see what this fall brings. The winter squash plants are only now starting to produce little ones.

fingerBut that’s not what I wanted to talk about. Yesterday I got back on the firewood project. I have a small pile of logs to process so the logging truck can start hauling all the logs from the powerline project. I was sawing and stacking, somewhat absentmindedly, I’ll admit, when I squashed a finger on my left hand. I started dancing around, which must have made Franco excited about my newfound energy, because he immediately moved his stick closer to me and looked at me expectantly. He is difficult to resist when he looks with those big brown eyes, so I tossed the stick for him.

What I find interesting about this injury is the nail seems to be doing fine. It is usually the nail that suffers, but this squashed finger seems like the meat side is showing all the symptoms. Live and learn, and then throw a stick.

2 Responses to “Squashed”

  1. Kayla says:

    Just curious what you did for this? My gf smashed her finger and it looks the same way. Yesterday it popped and some blood came out but very little.

  2. Ted says:

    Hello Kayla. I don’t think I did anything, and it healed on its own. I think I was more careful with logs the next time though. 🙂 Thanks for reading my blog. Ted

Leave a Reply