When I woke yesterday to the jackhammer musical stylings of a woodpecker on the chimney cap I should've suspected my day was not going to go well. I mean, sure, it had a good beat, but could I dance to it?
(Not that I ever feel like dancing at 0-dark-thirty in the morning. Puh-leeze. I like to ease into my day at a leisurely pace, not even speaking--beyond a grunt to the theater god--before a strongly-brewed cuppa good black tea.)
And the chicken-sized woodpecker was just the beginning.
(Allow me to interject here: OUCH!)
It has to do with the winter that just keeps on giving.
You may remember this post I made in February, after Mother Nature's little Eff-You birthday present to me:
The shovel-out from that was all sorts of fun. But what it left behind was even jollier. Broken branches by the score, just waiting to ruin a warm spring day. Apparently pine trees don't like to be laden with tons of gloppy snow for days on end. Huh. Who knew?
And that was just a small part of the whole mess.
The theater god and I had a choice to make. Pay somebody grind it up and haul it away, or do it ourselves. IOW, $1500 for the pros, or $99 to buy a chainsaw at Home Depot. Since we already have a chipper/mulcher for dealing with the leaves in the fall, we decided to go with the chainsaw & sweat, and save the $1500 for something fun, like groceries.
It was the right choice. Not only did we save a nice chunk of change, but I've also gotten rid of the nasty exercise deficit I had been living with after the long winter indoors. I am officially in the exercise black. In fact, after a few minor run-ins with wayward tree limbs and dropped logs, I am in the exercise black and blue!
OUCH. (I know. I repeat myself. But then again, so does the pain.)
The sad thing is, I didn't even get to play with our new toy! For some reason, TG doesn't trust me with a chainsaw. I mean, just because I can't operate the toaster oven without setting it on fire, does it really follow I'll cut off an appendage with a chainsaw? I don't theenk so!
Be that as it may, I spent the day hauling branches to the chipper, stacking our new logs on the woodpile, and spreading our new mulch around the needs-mulch areas of the yard. (See? That was another plus. Now we don't have to buy mulch this year.)
And I'm sure, given a week or two to recover, I'll even be able to walk upright again.