Friday

It was cool today (Michigan) and wasn’t supposed to rain until 3:00 PM. But it had already started at 11:00. So, I drove home in the rain for lunch.

I stopped and got a “BMT” foot-long sandwich at Subway (it’s their name for an Italian sub). I got my usual: An Italian herbs and cheese bun, the ham, pepperoni and salami meats, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, yellow banana peppers, red onions, black olives and Italian dressing. I don’t get them toasted, but do warm them up in the microwave later just to melt the cheese a bit.

So, at home, I warmed up half of the sub (32 seconds in my microwave is ideal – I’ve studied this) and ate that for lunch. That way, I have something for dinner as my kitchen is a total wreck. In fact, my whole house is a total wreck. With all the rain problems, grass problems, garden problems, lawnmower problems, garbage disposal problems, drain problems, etc., cleaning the house has taken a back-seat and it shows!

Back home for the weekend, after changing clothes and treating the cats, I fixed a drink and took a break, watching the evening news.

Then I went out and got my clamp-on light from the garage. I attached that to the sink cupboard and surveyed the situation. I think I figured out how to get the rest of the old garbage disposal out. I can’t put it all back together tonight (I need plumber’s putty and clear silicon caulk from Home Depot) but I can get a start.

So, I went in the garage and got a flathead screwdriver. I was attempting to pry off this metal ring and I almost had it when the screwdriver slipped and drove deep into my left-hand thumb.

I freaked! I spent the next 20 minutes repeatedly rinsing it out with peroxide and then alcohol (ouch!) I finally calmed down and bandaged it.

Why did I freak? After all, I cut, burn or bruise myself all the time (you should see the bruise I got installing the lawn tractor battery). Because, when I was a teenager, my buddy Chuck, across the street had a brother in law named Don.

He was from Arizona, thin as a whip, mean as a rattlesnake and I thought he was so cool. He taught me how to drink beer in a car (he had a convertible) and he and I were in the only bar fight I ever experienced (I looked old for my age).

Anyway, he was a mechanic and was working on a car when he slipped and stuck a screwdriver in his other hand. It didn’t get better, so he finally went to a doctor. They tried antibiotics, but the infection kept spreading. They eventually had to remove his hand. When that didn’t work, they cut off his arm about halfway up his forearm.

The last time I saw him, his arm had been cut off about six inches from his shoulder and they had told him if the infection progressed any further, he was a dead man. [Note: I am not making this up!]

So, that kinda stuck with me...

Anyway, I quit for the night. I warmed up the other half of the sub and ate it with a small bag of Doritos I bought out of the vending machine at work (hey, you gotta have a side dish with dinner, right?)

There wasn’t much on TV, so I read my book until bedtime.

I slept lousy (really lousy) so that’s why this is so late. I did go outside and check the rain gauge (in my bathrobe) just now and we had a little more than 1/4 inch of rain yesterday; So, no reoccurrence of the lake.