How a stuntman feels…

It’s been an interesting beginning to the Canada Day long weekend. As I was leaving the house at 6 am this morning, I headed into The Garage to get out some bags of old clothes that were headed to the Sally Ann or some such organization. A couple of these bags were inside the old Volvo Turbo. One of the last times I drove the poor old girl, a rock hit the left 1/4 glass and shattered it. Fortunately, the glass never fell out, so we’ve just left it alone. Until this morning, when I inadvertantly pushed on the window instead of the door to close it. There is now a 6 inch hole in the middle of the 1/4 glass, where my hand went through it. Following this stroke of brilliance, Mrs G and I had to spend the next 15 minute picking tiny glass shards out of my mitt. What a spaz!