No, not referring to that football game that I didn’t watch. But yesterday was so nice out for the two or three hours that I spent outside my lair. And here is what I did: I cut a tree the hell up. Listen: on Saturday I had bought a chainsaw with the intention of cleaning up my shrubs which are nearly six feet tall now and horribly overgrown. I don’t think they have been pruned ever. So yesterday, a bright sunny day in the 60s, I fired the sucker up. Soon after, bush number one of four was reduced to a stump. At this point I learned a little bit about a chainsaw because the chain popped off and I had to fix it. Four times. So, I gave up after the first shrub but it was still a fun expenditure of energy and cursing.
Around my house, these kinds of projects are always a sort of trip back in time. Here are the things that I found inside the shrub:
- Five decomposing tennis balls
- One red plastic ball
- One Falcon brand “Super Sound” air horn canister
- One label, Diet Rite cola, circa 1983