The work continues and Bob gets nailed

We spent the day up on the mountain again yesterday.  I was riding bareback on the suburban grass eater all day, while Bob slaved away inside removing the infamous floating wall.

At one point I saw him coming across the bridge in his demo regalia (space suit, face mask, and goggles) and he was carrying a gas can.

“You’ve been out here for a long time, I figured it was time for a fill-up.”  he said.

He was right, there was only about a quarter-inch of fuel left in the tank.

We hired a man with a tractor to come out and bush hog the pastures.  When the Octogenarian was here she had the young man from down the road keeping the place looking like a park!  However, when she left and we asked him to continue the service, well, since we weren’t around every day he seemed to lose interest.  But hey, it was summer, he’s only 17, and he had friends to hang with and football practice.  I actually do ‘get it’ , but we decided we couldn’t support his summer activities and had to let him go.  😉

That left the 2 – 3 acres around the house, cabin, and pond to mow.  Going non stop, it took me from about 9:00AM til 1:00PM.  I was almost done and I looked up again to see Bob out by the drive and waving at me.  He wasn’t looking so cheerful this time.  Disengaging the blades I zoomed up to the drive.  I arrived to find that while he was working he had been stabbed in the forearm with a very ugly  and rusty nail.

It had been well over 10 years since his last tetanus shot.

He had been prying off the old oak planks on that floating wall, when one of them swung back.   The weight and force of the plank falling then drove a nail right into the muscle causing the puncture and resultant swelling.  We talked about whether or not to go to the ER for a tetanus shot because we knew the ER would be expensive.  Being nervous about infection we went anyway.

One shot, a prescription for antibiotics for prevention of infection (2,000 mg per day!) and $200.00 later, we were on our way back to finish and clean up.  Oh well, it’s only money, and money well spent judging by the high dose of antibiotics prescribed.

So, as it stands:

In my next post I will explain a bit about cabin building in the 1800s!  It will be interesting!  I promise!  😀