The last couple of weekends I have spent some time with the neighbours and my wife chopping trees. As in chainsaw in hand taking down huge great dead or badly growing bits of wood. Some of them had to be a good 30 to 40 feet tall. Lots of noise, mess and back breaking work. Who would have though that I now own 2 chainsaws and could in theory call myself a real Oregonian now with all the chopping and burning (got to do something with all the little bits and branches you can't use).
Yesterday especially my wife was out there with me all the time, helping out with clear up, lugging huge chunks of wood around and even with the help of a 64 year old female neighbour pulling over a huge tree that was growing the wrong way after I failed to completely pull it over myself. Neat trick to get a tree to fall the direction you want it to rather than where it wants to go although that large of a piece of wood is heaaaavy. I'm also learning tips from the neighbour on proper chainsaw handling including a few examples of what not to do.
I'm quite proud of my wife for all that, she stayed outside for hours at a time with nary a complaint and suffered through the occasional dog noise from over the road somewhere and all the potential allergens. Given the migraine she had afterwards (probably from the possibly soy laden wrap we got from the supermarket) she certainly paid for it in the end. Poor poorly wife.
Fudge on the other hand, considering he has now had 3 chemo treatments and another small bit of surgery to check on a lump (which turned out to be scar tissue) is doing really well. The guy doesn't even notice he is sick (well in theory) since he shows no outward signs of it physically or mentally since he acts like the happy little guy he always is. Good job Fudge.
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