The following made me smile:
We had a warm day yesterday, reminding us that Spring will eventually come
Fog—it reminds me of my home near Seattle, Washington
I finally learned how to maneuver the corner on the way to Dr. Chill’s office without popping the curb—Yay!
After believing that you know all you need to about your DIY project, safety is one of the most important considerations before beginning the project.
Safety glasses, proper work gloves, earplugs while using power tools, and a proper face mask during dusty jobs, or jobs which will produce toxic fumes. I go with a full-on Darth Vader respirator because I panic about things going into my lungs. Anytime I can see the air, or smell something like smoke I believe I can’t breathe. I will then have a panic attack, which makes me feel as if I can’t breathe. It’s a vicious cycle, and it is one of the anxiety triggers I can’t seem to conquer. The mask works fine, I see no reason to change my behavior.
Unplug power tools when not in use. Do not leave cords lying across your path to trip over. Keep the cords free from getting caught up in power tools. Also, know how to properly use your power tools—read the instructions until you won’t forget anything. Then follow the instructions that you just studied.
Being smug about your knowledge will most likely end in some sort of mishap.
Keep your work area clean.
Watch where you place your fingers.
Which reminds me….keep an emergency first aid kit handy.
I wore socks the first day of our bathroom demolition. Shoes would have been a wiser choice. Heavy duty work requires steel toed boots if you want to keep your toes.
Pay attention to your surroundings. My husband had cut a hole in the sub floor to replace the drain assembly. I swear, if there is a hole within an inch of my personal universe, I will fall into it.
I knocked myself over trying to avoid that hole. As I sat there a little stunned, I began taking inventory of my appendages making sure nothing was broken. Miraculously, I didn’t step into the hole and put my feet through the ceiling of the floor below. But there my feet were…in the hole. Somehow I didn’t place any weight on my feet. That made me smile.
I also gave a little thanks to the part of my body that took the brunt of my ignorance. The part of me that isn’t aging so gracefully is a little further south than it used to be. If I had fallen 30 years ago, I would have landed on my thigh. Because I now have a sagging rear, I had plenty of padding to soften my fall.
Remember—safety first. :D