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July 07 Chopping a branch on a wobbly chairThe following is something that I wrote back in March:
I'm listening to "Have you never been Mellow?" by Olivia Newton John. It's like honey pouring over my soul. Some songs just make you feel good. I'm so excited about all the landscaping that I'm in the process of doing. I'm actually excited about mowing the lawn. Since we got our fence put in, it's like a whole 'nother world out there. The fence encapsulates the property making the house look as snug as a bug in a rug. There is a metal gate across the driveway, not the entrance but about half way up. My dogs love it! Their quality of life has increased dramatically.This weekend we are going to finally burn the huge pile of brush that has been accumulating for two years!! In the past we'd have a huge bonfire and burn and invite friends/family over and roast marshmallows. But we let a few years pass. I love having a burn pile. I just hope there aren't any birds nests with little babies in there. We'll be sure to have our hose pulled all the way to the pile just in case the flames get out of hand.Let's see. I want to paint the concrete porch a new color. I am thinking a beige instead of battle ship grey. They don't give you many choices.I was really excited this past weekend when I bought a new can opener. We were so proud of it. Paid 6 bucks for it. That's a big step up from the past two can openers that I had bought from the Dollar Tree that didn't work. So, I decided to buy a new one after several months, yes months of 'punching holes' with the can opener so that it was just a third open and I would dangerously bend it back and then scoop out the contents with a fork. It was a mess. My husband and I wrestled together with a tuna can trying to open it with the demented tool and got tuna juice all over us. We laughed our hineys off. You can imagine how joyous I was to try out the new opener we bought. I started to open a can of diced tomatoes with suspicion, having lost faith in all of them. And to my surprise, it opened dreamily. Life couldn't get better could it? Ha. Of course it could.Let's see, what else. Oh, yeah. I got the big idea to cut back the long pine tree branches that are practically touching the ground. So I got the small swivel chair from my husband's shop and found a machete. Very dangerous in my hands. Didn't like using it. On a quiet and windy Monday afternoon beneath a sunny blue sky, when all the rest of the neighborhood is at work and all is quiet except the sound of the birds, I positioned the chair on the bed of soft pine needles and started wailing at the thick branch, wincing with every whack, the chips of pine shooting at my eyes. I trudged the 40 feet back to the shop and searched for safety glasses. I found none. So I got back up on the wobbly chair and proceeded to whack away again. I wasn't making very much progress. I was vaguely aware that Mr. Roberts, the old man next door might come out and scold me like a little kid for doing what I was doing since it was so precarious.I mean, c'mon, wobbly chair, sharp machete, ricocheting pine chips in my eyes-Was I practicing to be on Jack Ass???? I put everything up like a defeated housewife and moved on to something else. Productivity is good but it's good to have a course of action too. I'll save the tree branches for my husband and his determined arm and sweaty brow. I've got too many scars already. For now, i will just pick up branches from the yard. TrackbacksThe trackback URL for this entry is: http://toypoodleloverpalace.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!9FB94F0BAFC8CC30!399.trak Weblogs that reference this entry
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