Thursday, December 22, 2005
I enjoy working with wood. There is something about cutting it and gluing it along with attacking it with chisels and power tools.
When you work with wood there comes a time when a splinter breaks free and embeds itself. Inevitably the location is where thousands of nerve endings are also located.
I get splinters. Usually I stop what I'm doing and manage to pull the miniscule piece of wood out. Sometimes it still hurts a bit.
Sometimes it is so small I can't see it. It stays there until it really bugs me, usually in the middle of the night. Then I go hunting with a needle.
I've known people who say something to me and it gets under my skin and just bugs me.
It's a funny thing about words. They are harder to get rid of.
Posted by Gazelder Lufetarg at 5:57 AM