Monday, April 8, 2019

Tree – 1 Dancer – 1

Spring and FBR Popping Up

I’m writing today so my battle with the back yard tree that I wrote about yesterday didn’t tap into my acknowledged injury proneness. It was not without adventure though. There were several setbacks including getting the blade trapped twice, once where I had to remount the chain on the saw but I count that as educational as I learn the new weapon, ‘er tool. I waited until my Favorite Panamanian departed because I didn’t I need a witness/supervisor for my arboreal exercise.
Results - See Initial Cut below
I did take appropriate safety precautions although I’m told the eye protection goggles work better if they are placed over your eyes instead of up on your forehead (forgot I had em). I first attempted to cut the tree near the base where it had splintered during its fall. This proved too dangerous as the final critical cuts were too near the dirt. I started by cutting down some of the smaller tree that were supporting the big one. This was fun. Cutting the big tree was less so because of the size and weight involved.
The Final Cut
The battle eventually devolved to sawing two parallel cuts and then using an axe and crowbar to knock out the intervening wood. In other words, the tree didn’t go down without a fight, respect. After breaking my axe handle (thank God for duct tape) I reached the point where the tree was creaking and it was obvious it was about to fall. My plan was to have the base of the tree fall at the cut and that would cause the top to break free from its resting place and the whole thing would be on the ground.
The Top Wedged
This is where the tree scored its point because when it fell the top didn’t even budge. I threw a rope over the top and tried to pull it off but that didn’t accomplish anything other than losing part of the rope which I couldn’t retrieve. My wife had returned at this point and firmly vetoed my next course of action which was to walk up the trunk and start jumping on top part (probably a good call). I’ve contemplated my continued plan to fell the damned thing. I’ll finish sawing off the stump ad then start working my way up the trunk in sections until it no longer poses a threat. The benefit being I get to use the chain saw and axe which was a much better physical workout than I intended.
New Bike
Out for a Spin
In granddaughter news the FBR acquired a new bicycle which she loves but is frustrated that she can’t ride completely on her own yet. I mean, she’s already three years old, where’s the trust!? J She demonstrated some of that maturity by proudly bragging that she had properly eaten her hot dog, bun and all, while an accompanying friend failed. We’re both a little excited that I’m going down to pick her up this weekend for a weeklong visit to Worcester. I made the joke during our call that I could deny her nothing and Wingman told me that she has reached a point where she now realizes that and I should be prepared. I responded that I’d been trained by her mother many years ago.
Hot Dog Success
My Favorite Panamanian is a little under the weather as she fights off a persistent cough. She thinks its allergies. I joked that she was allergic to sub-80 degree temperatures. She didn’t find that amusing. In the least. Go figure.
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RECURRING CHARACTERS                                           
BRS - Blog Reader the Sequel - second granddaughter; FBR - First Blog Reader - first granddaughter, ABFA – Amazing Best Family Athlete = my daughter in law, formerly known both as MEF – Most Excellent Fiancé & MEG – Most Excellent Girlfriend; Wingman – my son in law; Keene Friends 1 & 2 – friends since high school from my home town of Keene, NH; Soxfather - my brother in law; Great Aunt = my elder sister; Cantankerous Friend – friend since grade school who likes to argue about everything, poses as radical leftist to attract women; Pittsburgh College Roommate – high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; Deckzilla – our backyard deck which grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involved in planning; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my wife is the 3rd musquetera (musketeer); Buddy – AKA the Wonder Pooch – family dog, a black lab – hates squirrels, died in 2017; Riggins - also known as the Grandpuppy, son's dog, surrogate grandchild while awaiting arrival of the BRS; PanaGals – female relatives/friends of my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin Mafia – inevitable group of Latino friends my wife accumulates wherever we have lived & their spouses; Neighborhood Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia member, Favorite Panamanian - the wife (of course); First Friday – celebrations to mark the First Friday of the Week; Excellent Boss – my former direct boss at work; Deckzilla Dude – senior citizen carpenter/contractor; Voices of Inappropriate Worth - members of public who come to every Worcester public meeting to complain, all are on public assistance along with demeanor issues

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