lennyzx11
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Long intro so skip ahead to the last paragraph for short version.
My 4 year old grand daughter is visiting me whom is the apple of my eye and right with me every second she can. We spend most of it outside in the yard and shop. She and I have that special bond that you form with one child occasionally. Been that way since she was tiny.
Since she only gets to come for a couple of weeks each year, I always vow to spend the extra time instead of bull dozing through whatever project in my mind at that particular time with her. No matter how many times why I have to explain why birds don't have hands.
So we had to cut a couple of dowels off for "drumsticks" equally so I was rather proud of myself when we put our safety glasses on, she stood across the shop with earmuffs, and I plugged into n the miter saw that I had thoughtfully unplugged with everything in the shop before she arrived along with putting all the "bad" stuff out of reach.
So two dowels laying on the miter saw, left hand holding them and start the saw and drop it down like we do 100 times a week.
And one of the dowels jams up, gets flung across the shop, narrowly missing a little blonde headed girl by inches and I get a what I think is a broke finger but only jammed it appears.
All in a split second.
All is well and only pride is hurt. But you talk about an ol boy pretty pissed at himself....
My 4 year old grand daughter is visiting me whom is the apple of my eye and right with me every second she can. We spend most of it outside in the yard and shop. She and I have that special bond that you form with one child occasionally. Been that way since she was tiny.
Since she only gets to come for a couple of weeks each year, I always vow to spend the extra time instead of bull dozing through whatever project in my mind at that particular time with her. No matter how many times why I have to explain why birds don't have hands.
So we had to cut a couple of dowels off for "drumsticks" equally so I was rather proud of myself when we put our safety glasses on, she stood across the shop with earmuffs, and I plugged into n the miter saw that I had thoughtfully unplugged with everything in the shop before she arrived along with putting all the "bad" stuff out of reach.
So two dowels laying on the miter saw, left hand holding them and start the saw and drop it down like we do 100 times a week.
And one of the dowels jams up, gets flung across the shop, narrowly missing a little blonde headed girl by inches and I get a what I think is a broke finger but only jammed it appears.
All in a split second.
All is well and only pride is hurt. But you talk about an ol boy pretty pissed at himself....
