My wall is coming along nicely. The reason I bother to inform you of this is that today I had yet an other one of my freak accidents.
We took down an old maple tree today and I was chopping it along nicely when a really mean, nasty log decided it was time to fuck with me.
On the first try, it fell on my leg. I could show you the bruises but honestly nobody wants to see Scandinavian skin in March.
On his second murder attempt it jumped on my knee.
I'm known for my absolutely calm and considerate mind so naturally I lifted it up again, raised my mighty axe, didn't adjust the chopping blog and released the fire and fury within me to that stupid wood that had tried to best me.
At this point it should be said I've chopped all those logs, bigger and harder shown in the pic, with a machine and an axe. I've not been banned from axes either ever.
The third blow was so hard the wood never splintered but jumped on my foot, I heard a huge crack and then shortly liquids started to flow to my foot. Since I had nobody else to blame but I and since this is a holiday week for the kids, I decided not to cuss, sat down, and called my aunt from next door to come babysit for me while I run off to the er to get the foot sorted.
My aunt rushes over half a minute after I had taken off my shoe. I was amazed to see the big toe still moving and I had just realized the log had crushed a hefty ice piece into my shoe while landing so I only had a sprained toe, no stitches needed.
I was feeling all kinds of silly, the pain was bad but the whole situation was pretty fucking funny
Well, was, until my great aunt fetched her own axe from the trunk of her car she drove over so she could take me to the er and took on the log.
The first attempt got it in half. My ego went down to a quarter it used to be. The second blow sent the axe spear head or what ever it is called in english the metal bit, flying to her tyre, and it exploded.
Well, now I know how to change a tyre to a Mazda. That's a special treat since we first spent three hours looking for a tyre that would fit her car from the storages and then we needed to figure out how to do it frozen solid.
It clearly is a family trait, this stubborness business. It also is a family trait to be handling a situation like that laughing like maniacs.
Such a funny day. Painful but absolutely epic all the way.