JUST ANOTHER SUNDAY
This morning I put on all my logger's safety gear (boots, pants, helmet with eye screen, ear muffs, and gloves and headed for the bush to finally get some the logs out that blew down last summer. My neighbour came with his skidder to make the job relatively easy. I meant to have June take a picture of me so you could see what a well dressed logger looked like. After working in the bush and having some near misses I have come to appreciate this equipment. Even with it I managed to fell two trees that struck me , nearly cut off my big toe and came close to running myself over with my own skidder, in my short career as a logger. Oh! i should mention I rolled my skidder over with me inside once. What self respecting logger hasn't done it? The equipment doesn't make you any smarter. . . . . .just makess a most unforgiving job a little forgiving.
It is a beautiful clear warm day with a cool breeze blowing: an ideal day for what we are going to do. I did manage to work up a good sweat just putting the gear on. The pants are too small ( have put on some weight, I see) and the boots are always a struggle. I had to wait for Leo so I had a chance to rest and cool down before we struck out into the bush just in front of the house.
After a morning of labouring at the wood cutting we called it quits, for now. Now I have some wood to cut, split and pile for use in the late Winter; Early Spring.
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The task before me for this week.
And there is this split wood to tuck away in the basement. To make it enjoyable; one has to face doing wood as a spiritual discipline. The Zen of Wood!!! I prefer this idea to self- flaggelation!
When rest is required I can join the cats on the couch. If I could come back I think "as a cat" would be very attractive.
Sometimes I just play with my bird and watch TV. My" flock of one" is growing and getting a few feathers. I think it thinks I am it's mother. Am I turning into some old cogger who keeps a chicken in the house? (I have a backwoods neighbour who lives with two women and kids an keeps his chickens in the house because he is too lazy to go look for the eggs. Don't you just love the country with all it characters. I am sure some people think am one!
I finally gave into June's pleading and gave her one of the bunnies. She went out and bought this condo for the bunny and a lot of fancy food and attachments. $125 to house a $2 bunny.
Maybe, if I come back it could be as a pet bunny for a little old lady. One could get used to being cuddled between her ample breasts and be made a fuss over.
Today, is the anniverary of Dave and June's wedding I officiated with them by the river last year. With Dave you would think she has enough to look after without a pet pig, rabbit, two dogs and a cat.!
Well so much for this time out. Back to the wood project. Ommmm! Ommmm!