Gil Grissom, where are you?

It looked like a crime scene.  Cut on the left wrist, chunk missing between the pinky and ring finger on the right hand, scratches up and down both arms and blood all over the floor.

Was it murder?  Was it suicide?

Nope, just me fixing my clothes washer.

The filter was clogged, and it wasn’t designed for easy cleaning.  Inside the washer, underneath the drum and I had to remove the water pump to get to it.

Did you know that there a whole lot of sharp edges inside one of those front loading washers?  I do, now.

The good news is that the washer is working great, I’m all cleaned up and the bleeding is stopped, although some people may wonder about my wrist being wrapped.

Jalapeno in an open wound, OUCH!

It may take me a little longer to get the last two chapters of my trip documented here, right now typing is a little cumbersome. While I was cutting up some peppers for my home made black bean soup, I lobbed of a chunk of my index finger. No, it was not just a cut, I actually a chunk of finger tip. You know, the part of the finger that has a gazillion nerve endings per square inch. Nothing like hot pepper juice in an open wound to make you swear. Not having an index finger has considerably slowed down my typing, and increased my errors, so I may have to wait for a little more healing before I continue the saga. Good thing is this will give me the time to assemble the photos for the photo gallery. All point & click, very little typing.....