Morning Thanks

Garrison Keillor once said we'd all be better off if we all started the day by giving thanks for just one thing. I'll try.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Morning Thanks--thumbs

I've come to the conclusion that "all thumbs" is better than no thumbs.

I've got 'em yet--my thumbs--but they're both wounded, scarred, and tender. Trust me, I'm the last of the fixer-up-ers, but I took on a little job last weekend that required wedging two sheets of floor tile from the cement in the basement john. It wasn't a horror, but it wasn't a great deal of fun either, jamming a screw driver and a paint scraper beneath ye olde tiles until the dirty, rotten stuff broke off in tomahawk shards, knife-edged. In the process, I jammed my thumbs--both of them--into those brutally sharp edges, punctured 'em. I'm trying to make you wince. Both of them, see? Blood like you wouldn't believe.

My wife suggested I wear gloves. Where was I when brains were passed out?

Anyway, since then, I've discovered a thousand ways in which we use our thumbs, even the very ends, especially the very ends. My thumb pads are just fine, and I can type for fair, but just about fourteen times an hour I discover that one's thumb ends are incredibly valuable commodities. I mean, people talk about fingertips, but when's the last time you ever heard anyone talk about thumb tips? I'm saying, they're there. I know. Believe me.

I'll live. But I'd rather they were healthy, so this morning's thanks are for the tips of a pair of appendiges I never thought much about until this weekend, when I was reminded of them, painfully, far too blasted often.

Like I said, I'll live.

1 comment:

Stacieh said...