The New Year

The New Year’s Eve thing was cool. My nephew and I shot off some fireworks. Toward the end we did a stupid thing and held onto the launchers for the artillery shells. Charlie was able to hold onto it somewhat ok… I on the other hand was more worried about holding too tight and restricting the ability of the shell to expel from the canister and in turn hurting my hand. I have to use a keyboard every day at work so I did not hold onto it too tight. That was a bad thing. The shell came out but the canister also came out of my hand. That spooked me a bit. We did it a couple more times and each time I was unable to hold onto it because of my fear of loosing a hand. I have become attached to it as you may have guessed. The last time I did it I held my pinky finger behind the plastic base of the canister to hopefully re-enforce my grip. That did not work and the plastic base broke under the force of the explosion and the strength of my finger. I was surprised that I did not have to re-set the finger or anything. It did not even hurt. Oh well, later for now…