Luckily I have a sister who keeps up with my blog. I forget, I even forget where I am who I am and sometimes what I am. The colour of the virginia creaper on David's house is spectacular and enough to make anyone forget. Yesterday, I could not resist painting a little watercolour which you will find on my artist's page.
I have not shown you a photograph of our wood pile because it is not very pretty, and I am here to tell you, nor is this story. It surely is a sad tale of woodly woe. When I first came to live here with David, I was aggravated, irritated and aggitated about all the mess around me. Particularly by the wood pile, which lay in one huge sprawling mess a little distance from my terrace. It would seem I am am not very good at detaching from things that should not concern me, but the trouble is if I see clutter, I feel cluttered and then I cannot cope with very much at all. So I set about trying to persuade David to do something about the wood, he told me quite fairly that it was low on the list of his priorites. Everytime I passed the offending pile of wood, it seemd to have grown and spread further out in every directions, it was not a passive wood pile by any means, no it had a mind of it's won and was intent on encroaching on my life, secretly log by log night by night coming closer to my terrace and my sanity. This was all too much. Something had to be done. I could not wait for David. Low on the list means maybe one day in 20 years time. I had the answer, I would by a chainsaw, I have never used one, I had no idea which one I should be, but I leapt into my trusty Peugot, and trundled along to Castorama, our local massive hardware store at Puget Sur Argens. Adrenalin surging through my veins with the excitement of buying my very first chainsaw, I rushed into the shop and with glee my eyes saw chainsaws everywhere, Castorama was lit up like a chainsaw Christmas tree. I could not wait to get mine home and try it our on the wood pile.
Home and in the barn on a nasty wet day, I took the chainsaw from its box. The adrenalin started to fail me, it began to heavily leave my body and leave me with a sort of helpless and useless feeling. The actual chain was not attached. Horror of horrors I would have to ask David for his help. I knew he would not be happy about it and he wasn't. He already has a chainsaw, and felt mine was a waste of money. I just wanted independance, besides his is far to heavy for me. I bought a light weight model. Having eaten humble pie and asked David to get the saw up and running for me, I had to try it out. I just managed to prevent myself from chopping off my own legs, and this is the part of the story where Charlie and the chainsaw, get a look in, but if you want to know what happens next you will have to check in tomorrow. Guess what I am off to do now. Saw up some wood with David.
God Bless
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Posted by: Ediltlavette | January 11, 2012 at 01:05 AM