Went out to the storage building a little while ago to install a new carborundum belt on the sander for the purpose of sharpening my axe and mattock... Couldn't get the damn sander to work. Called Jackson on the cell to have her check the breakers (saving me a trip back inside) and she didn't answer - because she was outside hanging clothes on the clothesline.
Came all the way back inside, checked all breakers and, finding none blown, thrown or otherwise out of whack, walked back out to the storage shed and discovered that I'd grabbed the wrong cord and plugged in the table saw instead of the sander.
Corrected that problem and sharpened the aforementioned implements and proceeded to the edge of the garden for the purpose of clearing out brush and saplings (this will be my "physical therapy" to get back into shape after surgery). Started chopping and felt a slight "stinging sensation" on my stomach. Thinking my T-shirt had "grabbed a hair," I reached down and tugged at shirt and jacket to "free up" said hair whereupon the stinging sensation intensified to white hot fire status. With some trepidation, I unbuttoned my jacket and discovered what I was afraid of - A yellowjacket had somehow gotten inside my jacket and stung hell out of me just above my navel.
I'm thinking maybe I should delay the start of my "therapy" until tomorrow...
The_Kansan: Went out to the storage building a little while ago to install a new carborundum belt on the sander for the purpose of sharpening my axe and mattock... Couldn't get the damn sander to work. Called Jackson on the cell to have her check the breakers (saving me a trip back inside) and she didn't answer - because she was outside hanging clothes on the clothesline.
Came all the way back inside, checked all breakers and, finding none blown, thrown or otherwise out of whack, walked back out to the storage shed and discovered that I'd grabbed the wrong cord and plugged in the table saw instead of the sander.
Corrected that problem and sharpened the aforementioned implements and proceeded to the edge of the garden for the purpose of clearing out brush and saplings (this will be my "physical therapy" to get back into shape after surgery). Started chopping and felt a slight "stinging sensation" on my stomach. Thinking my T-shirt had "grabbed a hair," I reached down and tugged at shirt and jacket to "free up" said hair whereupon the stinging sensation intensified to white hot fire status. With some trepidation, I unbuttoned my jacket and discovered what I was afraid of - A yellowjacket had somehow gotten inside my jacket and stung hell out of me just above my navel.
I'm thinking maybe I should delay the start of my "therapy" until tomorrow...
Maybe just go back to bed and start the day all over again.... maybe with a different outcome
lovaboy: Hiya buddyyyyy!!!!!! Keep that axe where I can see it eh??? Give Jackson a from me as well mate....Lookin dandy in ya pic there hansum chappie...
Will do! And thanks! (Yer lookin' a bit pale, yerself!)
Anybody we know? Wait - don't answer that 'til I get a better signal or we get a new monitor for Jackie. Back to my honey-do's - I'll check back in later.
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Came all the way back inside, checked all breakers and, finding none blown, thrown or otherwise out of whack, walked back out to the storage shed and discovered that I'd grabbed the wrong cord and plugged in the table saw instead of the sander.
Corrected that problem and sharpened the aforementioned implements and proceeded to the edge of the garden for the purpose of clearing out brush and saplings (this will be my "physical therapy" to get back into shape after surgery). Started chopping and felt a slight "stinging sensation" on my stomach. Thinking my T-shirt had "grabbed a hair," I reached down and tugged at shirt and jacket to "free up" said hair whereupon the stinging sensation intensified to white hot fire status. With some trepidation, I unbuttoned my jacket and discovered what I was afraid of - A yellowjacket had somehow gotten inside my jacket and stung hell out of me just above my navel.
I'm thinking maybe I should delay the start of my "therapy" until tomorrow...