After the Running of the Bull yesterday, the weather was too crappy to do much. With the torrential rain and wind we could not prune, replace a shed roof nor fix the tarp shelter used for our farm equipment. So I decided I would have an indoor day and prepare a warp for a weaving project I have been wanting to do for years, but have not had time.
I was looking at the loom to get it ready to put a warp on it. I pulled it out from the wall to look at the back, forgetting about the bench in it. The bench fell over and the edge of it got my right foot’s fourth toe. Here is the result (excuse the old polish):
I knew right away that it is probably broken. I get an intense sharp pain when I bear any weight on it. I can walk OK with house slippers and my Merrells, but found out this morning the barn boots are too painful. Here is a close up.
And here is the offending loom and bench. I had no idea weaving was so dangerous. But as Tom points out, you cannot leave me alone for even a second.