My MIL got me a pair of gloves that have the nice rubber palm and inner
fingers. Asked my wife if she had her get me those to work with my wire.
She said her mom just got them.
I kind of figure though there was thought of wanting me using them for
the wire. Seems I get a little blood poison every foggy day from poking
myself with it or getting a bit hooked under my skin. Pretty rare I wear
gloves to do much. Hardly wear them when doing up firewood, make fun of
her dad for him wearing gloves.
"*grunts* Uh uh uh, me tough him feeble old guy" Joking aside, starting
to become more aware of mortality and realizing it's not so much to joke
over. "There's no place like being a 17 yr old buck working my ass off,
there's no place like being a 17 yr old buck working my ass off ..."
*smh* Don't a bunch of wish.