S and V

So what have we been doing since, oh, I don't know, since we graduated from college almost 40 years ago? Staining. Staining. And even more staining. Oh, and varnishing. Varnishing. Varnishing. And even more varnishing.

And we're not even done staining or varnishing.



Ann has even varnished after she should have filed a Worker's Comp Claim. Last night after getting home after dark from, you guessed it, varnishing, she parked the Gator in the garage. She collected four eggs on the way back and was gingerly cradling them in her left hand. In her right she closed the garage door.

Since the garage door, like everything else around here, doesn't work as it has no handle, she grabbed the opening between two upper panels and proceeded to pull the door closed.

Unfortunately, she forgot to remove her hand before the opening between the panels became non-existant leaving her fingers squished.

If it hadn't been so painful, it might have been funny.

12 hours in a cold pack helped with the pain. The picture remains.

(Editor's Note: She tells me this evening that she looked at the door and swore she could see where her fingers indented the panels.) Photos tomorrow.