Today was one of those days. I had to be there at 8:30 (In the morning, On a Saturday.), so I got up and got ready. When I got there, I was assigned to a site.
(The camp has 15 or so sites within it, so a bunch of groups can be up there at once.)
On our site, we had five things to do:
- Chop up felled trees and stack the logs in the woodshed.
- Fix the drain on the outdoor sink.
- Find and uncover the grey-water disposal pit.
- Fix the front steps to the building.
- Fix the back steps to the building.
- Fix the railing on the bridge to the next site.
We started with #6.
That task involved the following:
- Tear down the current railing.
- Pull out the nails from the old boards.
- Cut 20 new posts.
- Put notches in 20 new posts (4 got one notch, 16 got 2).
- Attach 20 new posts.
- Brace 20 new posts.
- Add top rails.
- Add lower rails.
About 5 hours in, I made a mistake. I was sitting on the edge of the bridge, leaning out to attach a brace. I had the cordless drill (being used as a screwdriver) in my left hand and was holding the board with my right (dominant) hand.
The drill slipped.
I lost half the fingernail on my middle finger, and prompted a discussion about where the nearest first aid kit was.
It's nothing serious - just an annoyance - but it makes it tricky to type or drive. On the way home, I kept accidentally turning on the windshield wipers with the top of the gauze on my finger. It also prompted a stop at a drug store for those bandages that go over the tip of your finger, and for more gauze as I have already exhausted the entire supply in the house.
(I currently have gauze wrapped around the finger and taped down. I'm hoping to move to the bandages by Monday, when I have to type for work.)
But it's amusing to say "the drill slipped" when someone asks what happened to my finger.
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