Welcome to the knothole in the planking of my world.

This is the story of one man's rejection of the way he has been
for 46 years. It will require you dear reader to persevere through poor grammar,
spelling and what might be regarded as run-on-sentences.
There may be whining.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

"Rest day"

Yeah, right.
No running, riding , jogging or purposeful walking today. Today is my Sunday and, as may be tradition in some quarters, I attacked the yard work.
I removed four Aspen trees the HOA decided were dead (they were too). The biggest was as high as the house, some forty odd feet. I chainsawed it onto the drive (after removing the cars first). Just as I made the last cut into the wedge (the direction I wanted the tree to go) the tree decided to make a 180 and head for me. I ran (it has payed off) and killed the saws motor as I went.
The tree twanged onto the roof as it fell. Fortunately there was no real damage. We replaced the roof a couple of years ago with a composite metal one after the hail destroyed our shake shingle. Phew!
Al and Sam appeared at the window having heard the tree hit the metal roof. After gingerly opening the front door Al helpfully suggested I should have called her and she would have gladly pulled on a rope to have prevented the near disaster. Thanks Love!
I was limbing the tree when one of my neighbours stopped to chat. He too offered to pull on ropes. Great. Next time perhaps.
Well after the next three trees toppled to the mighty chainsaw I was left to pick up the hundreds of dry twigs left everywhere. I guess those trees had to come out after all.
I mowed the front yard, repaired three sprinkler heads and finally collapsed after a shower.
Zero miles today BUT the BGL was 98 after all of the work.
Tonight's treat was Pizza!

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