Now I know why it’s called that. My cursed desk job is harder on my arse than it is my hands, but a weekend chock full of manual labor is a great reminder of how easy it is to thrash your digits.
It all started Saturday morning. To my profound disappointment, I woke at 6:50, even though I had the bed all to myself. I know Menard’s is open early on the weekends, so I ran out there and got some items I needed for the house. When I got home, I set to work trimming back a neighbor’s lilac bush, which took from 9 to noon. During that time, I managed to gouge my hands a couple times on my super-sharp bushman’s saw. One of the cuts is right on the tip the middle finger on my right hand; gosh, I use that finger a lot in typing.
But I got a lot done this weekend. And I needed to. We move in next week. Highlights of the weekend included painting the sconces over the fireplace, getting the stereo cabinet painted and installed, and reupholstering and assembling the bench Leah bought for our entryway. Oh, and getting the shades installed. And upgrading all the outlets on the first floor to GFIs. Pictures of all of the above here (newest pics are at the bottom of the set).