Ouch

There was a hole in the hose, or if there wasn’t we made one. The lesson here is to follow directions. The price you pay may be a hand. Presently, I’m sitting here thinking of something to do while my dad is at the hospital, possibly getting his hand amputated.

I could keep working on the house, but one side is too sunny and the other has some wetness from the washing. I could work out (perhaps should is a better word). Or go to Hempfest. Or wait – better yet I should try to make something happen.

It seems that every time my mom tries to get the family to go to Chelan, someone has to go to the hospital or get hurts pretty severely. While that’s terrible, I don’t want to go. The parallels are uncanny. UNCANNY.

Edit: Surgery is still a possibility but there will be no amputation.