Steven took the belly mower off of the tractor today. It's time but getting ready for Sandy made it more imperative that it happen now, rather than later.
He called me to help him and asked me to hold it up while he got ready to wire it to some big old screws in the studs of the garage. I did not realize how heavy it was. I lost my concentration and it started to fall and take me and my thumb (which apparently was caught somehow on something) with it. I fell, the mower fell but landed well away from me.
It hurt A LOT. Poor Steven could not console me. I was so frightened and AT THE SAME TIME WORRIED THAT I WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SEW TODAY!
Well, I did manage to pull the motor on the miscreant 201, re-service it and re-install it. Then Betsy came over to sew. But we had to finish up work on the 222 and the Jeans Machine.
Then we went to the loft to sew. She got tired of me griping everytime I moved my thumb.
(She thinks its broken, we will know tomorrow after an xray).
She sat me down and splinted my thumb with available supplies in the sewing loft. Some very stiff craft interfacing, some batting and some elastic.