Ripped

My dad's had a lot of injuries over the years. Serious ones, non-serious ones ... I well remember when he had a very deep cut in the palm of his hand. He kept putting udder ointment on it and taping over it when he worked so it wouldn't get dirty. It healed nicely.

I remember when he cut his shin. It had bled into his sock, so that we saw him, his white sock was completely red. Not just a little red - ALL red. Cut with an ax, a chainsaw, various elbow, hamstring injuries, etc. He bounces right back from all of them. People ask about his retirement, but these months during calving, he's right with Kris, doing the super-physical work.

Perhaps one of the funniest injuries is when we were having a family reunion. He was getting rid of a wasp's nest because they were bothering his grandchildren. One of the wasps stung him on his face. While he was doing chores, his cheek and forehead swelled up to cartoonish proportions. When he drove into the yard to show us, his assembled family members, we all ran for our cameras, laughing.

So when my dad pulled into my driveway today and said, "You have to see this!" I immediately thought he'd injured himself in some creative and possibly humorous way.

He then showed me this:



He'd been riding the quad along the fence line. In one part it was spliced together and it caught his jeans and ripped them completely apart!

He wasn't at all hurt ... neither, thankfully, was the iPhone in his pocket. That wouldn't have healed quite as quickly as my dad.