Give thumb thanks
The hottest part of last summer was spent with my hand in a splint, thanks to a broken left thumb. Six weeks of explaining it to friends, colleagues, and even total strangers, who would stop me and say, “Oooooo, what did you DO?!?” The natural first question from people who know me was, “Was it a woodworking accident?” No. But technically, yes, only because I was trying to pull a dead branch out of a tree with a pole saw (no good story ever starts with “I was doing this really smart thing…”) when the handle slipped free and smacked into my thumb, HARD, and I was pretty sure something broke. A couple of days later—don’t judge me—the hand doc confirmed that yes, my thumb was broken; there was a bone chip…
