My father, mother and sister are visiting. Ever since I have known dad he has always been a doer. He and I have always done projects together. Everything I know about tools I learned from him. He has taught me a lot. But he is getting older - turning 75 this year and he is slowing down. When I asked him to bring his chain saw, I didn't figure he would help, but really he was in the way.
It has to be my fault. I am just not used to working with other people on projects anymore. I just don't watch out. So when I was cutting down a small tree and dad stepped in to help - I should have stopped what I was doing. Instead when he lost his balance when the tree fell, he reached to stop himself and caught the saw.
Fortunately, as soon as the tree fell, I stopped the saw, so he caught a decelerating blade, but I never should have had the saw near him. I know better.
He had minor cuts, some of which required stitches, but none were very deep. He should be fine in time, but I feel awful. I know he lost his footing, but dammit I should have anticipated the danger. I am just too cocky. It is time I ate the humble pie the universe gave me today.
