Pekka Huhta
Established Member
Am I allowed to say a bad word?
Perkele!
(notably, that MAY even catch some of the automatic erasers)
I miss my fingertip. This morning I still had it and it just decided to part me. Or I just was just an idiot losing it.
Just Monday I just said that I would give a limb for the birthday presents I gave to myself. Three wee E. Prestons, an I.Sorby #5½ and a neat Spiers smoother. All that a man could hope for.
Well, my wife gave me a steamboat cruise to the Porvoo city (real city, 12 000 citizens and all). Visited two ancient toolshops with antique tools, bought a kilo of old saw files original from 40's, a box of old #12 screws for hinges and and old pair of roofmaker's pliers). I had my best friends with me, we ate escargots and had a ball. They were bored to death and I had fun.
And all of it made me say that I would give a limb for all of that. I almost did.
I went on with my bathroom project. And just stuck my finger to the portable circular saw. There it went. And hurt a little. Hurts like hell now, though.
I gave a limb out of that joy. Not much, but there isn't much left of the fingerprint I had. Imagine a hungry rat with very, veery rectangular teeth. I can swear that I really felt four individual teth and I really felt the shape on the metal between the teeth whe the finger flipped there. The doctor just said that there wasn't anything to stitch together in the mush.
There is a lot left on the finger, but I'm happy with it. It may be a finger after a while. My old bench was an old one-hand carpenters bench, so a nine-finger owner for the bench would have been quite fancy .
Why couln't I stay with the ordinary tools? Do you think I'll be craving for more power tools still? :wink:
Pekka
Perkele!
(notably, that MAY even catch some of the automatic erasers)
I miss my fingertip. This morning I still had it and it just decided to part me. Or I just was just an idiot losing it.
Just Monday I just said that I would give a limb for the birthday presents I gave to myself. Three wee E. Prestons, an I.Sorby #5½ and a neat Spiers smoother. All that a man could hope for.
Well, my wife gave me a steamboat cruise to the Porvoo city (real city, 12 000 citizens and all). Visited two ancient toolshops with antique tools, bought a kilo of old saw files original from 40's, a box of old #12 screws for hinges and and old pair of roofmaker's pliers). I had my best friends with me, we ate escargots and had a ball. They were bored to death and I had fun.
And all of it made me say that I would give a limb for all of that. I almost did.
I went on with my bathroom project. And just stuck my finger to the portable circular saw. There it went. And hurt a little. Hurts like hell now, though.
I gave a limb out of that joy. Not much, but there isn't much left of the fingerprint I had. Imagine a hungry rat with very, veery rectangular teeth. I can swear that I really felt four individual teth and I really felt the shape on the metal between the teeth whe the finger flipped there. The doctor just said that there wasn't anything to stitch together in the mush.
There is a lot left on the finger, but I'm happy with it. It may be a finger after a while. My old bench was an old one-hand carpenters bench, so a nine-finger owner for the bench would have been quite fancy .
Why couln't I stay with the ordinary tools? Do you think I'll be craving for more power tools still? :wink:
Pekka