With the time change, and it not getting dark until after 9pm, we have been having some late nights. We aren't eating dinner until 10pm some nights. Wake before dawn, sleep after sunset, I think I am now tired.
It is one of those "work! There is still day light" things. We don't wear watches, bad things can happen if you get caught in something, and the strap decides not to break. Kind of like my husband doesn't wear a wedding band. This upsets many people, but we explain that wedding bands can mean a loss of a finger in his line of work. And he is always working, the only time he would wear it would be to eat or sleep. I however do where mine because I don't go digging around in machinery.
We use to live in Hutch (Hutchinson in non Kansas speak) and we had a friend up there that was an EMT. Prior to that he worked on cars and other machines. He had lost and reattached more fingers than he had. Rebuilding a cars transmission can be a problem for those little digits. I always worried about my husband, he came close one time, when a transmission slipped, he had to have a few stitches, but never lost a finger. He has many open wounds on his hands from working on motorcycles and tractors. Washing them in solvent hurts a bit.
My injuries have been less, I have been shocked by things, dislocated both my shoulders, tore tendons in said shoulders, some cuts that probably needed stitches, chemicals in face, and lots of severely sprained ankles. I have actually done more damage to myself as a child then as an adult. Learned from my mistakes I guess. Because I haven't broken any bones since my youth.
Moving to the farmstead causes even more challenges when it comes to injuries. Larger machines, and 2 hours for EMS to arrive kind of puts the fright into you. A boy down the road from the farmstead saved his grandfather's life by placing a tourniquet on the stub that was once his grandfather arm. He had got caught in a swather. Losing a limb seems to be common practice in the sticks, sorry boonies, we were informed our farm is in the sticks. We have to be very vigilant and never get complacent out there. even here, a farmer has lost his life due to farm equipment.
And I have no idea how I even got on this subject. How I write posts is find a title, most the time it is a lyric to a song I heard the previous day, then start writing about something. Today I just kind of went in a different direction than I thought I would. One things leads to another I guess.