avalancher
Arboristsite Raconteur
This is going to be a long post, so have a pot of coffee or a cold beverage of your choice handy.
This past weekend, my wife had invited a woman that she had gone to college with to come up with her husband for a visit.They live in Atlanta,right smack dab in the middle of the city.I groaned, imagining what I am going to do with a city slicker for an entire weekend.
Early Saturday morning, I blew out of the house early, I had a bunch of wood to get in before the rain showed up for this week.Within two hours I was loaded and headed home, just shy of 10AM.
When I pulled into the drive, I noted the BMW parked in the driveway with horror, I had planned on having time to get cleaned up before company arrived, but things just didnt work out that way.
I parked behind the shop, and hauled my gear boxes around the front to put em away, and ran smack into Greg, the husband.
I said, "Howdy!". He smiled, and looked with a little curosity at my toolboxes in hand.I motioned for him to follow me into the shop.
Once inside, he looked around with a look of puzzlement, and asked what happened?
"what do you mean, what happened?"
"Well, are you going to have a garage sale?"
"Nope, this just my stuff.
He wandered around a bit, looking at all the tools, half finished projects, piles of lumber I had milled and asked what in the world is all this stuff for?
I explained that the tools are to work with, the lumber is to build with, and as far as the rest of the stuff......They are going to get done eventually when i get some time.
Then he asked what I had been doing this morning, pointing to my bloodied up eye and pants leg.
"Well, I had been cutting firewood, a favorite passtime of mine. The bloody eye is a reminder, never load from the downhill side of a trailer when you are on a steep hill. I threw a chunk up into the trailer, it bounced back out, and nailed me in the eye.No big deal."
"And the bloody leg?"
"Well, this hear is my lucky pants.I wear em to remind me to be careful, but today they kind of fell down on the job. Chain grabbed a limb on the top side of the bar, and spun my bar on down past my leg.Actuallly comes in handy at times"
"Handy, how is that?"
Well, when I stopped for gas and a drink, I couldnt remember what side of the station I had parked on.I just followed the little trail of red dots back from the register, down past the doritos, two trips around the beef jerky display, along the cooler full of Mt.Dew, and back out the door.Came in real handy."
His eyebrows had meanwhile been creeping up his forehead, and I could tell he was having a hard time digesting this tidbit of info.I motioned for him to follow me back around the shop where I pointed to the trailer piled high with lovely red oak.
there in the back was my line of saws, all lined up ready to be cleaned and put away.
"Wow, you have a lot saws there,but I guess it came in handy to have that many guys sawing wood."
"What are you talking about?I didnt have any help, and I dont let anyone use my saws!"
"Then why do you need more than one?"
I took the time to expain the various reasons as to why you need more than one, most of the reasons lost on deaf ears.He was examing the saws with a great deal of interest at this point.
"wanna try one?"
"um, sure!"
I then dragged him back around the shop, geared him up in all the extra PPE that I had, and trotted back outside and ran smack into the wives who by this time had gotten curious as to what we were up to.
The wife, named Jessica, promptly blew a gasket.There was no way she was going to let her husband anywhere near a death invoking machine like a chainsaw, not while she was alive.My wife asured her that it would be good for Greg to have a go at it.
This past weekend, my wife had invited a woman that she had gone to college with to come up with her husband for a visit.They live in Atlanta,right smack dab in the middle of the city.I groaned, imagining what I am going to do with a city slicker for an entire weekend.
Early Saturday morning, I blew out of the house early, I had a bunch of wood to get in before the rain showed up for this week.Within two hours I was loaded and headed home, just shy of 10AM.
When I pulled into the drive, I noted the BMW parked in the driveway with horror, I had planned on having time to get cleaned up before company arrived, but things just didnt work out that way.
I parked behind the shop, and hauled my gear boxes around the front to put em away, and ran smack into Greg, the husband.
I said, "Howdy!". He smiled, and looked with a little curosity at my toolboxes in hand.I motioned for him to follow me into the shop.
Once inside, he looked around with a look of puzzlement, and asked what happened?
"what do you mean, what happened?"
"Well, are you going to have a garage sale?"
"Nope, this just my stuff.
He wandered around a bit, looking at all the tools, half finished projects, piles of lumber I had milled and asked what in the world is all this stuff for?
I explained that the tools are to work with, the lumber is to build with, and as far as the rest of the stuff......They are going to get done eventually when i get some time.
Then he asked what I had been doing this morning, pointing to my bloodied up eye and pants leg.
"Well, I had been cutting firewood, a favorite passtime of mine. The bloody eye is a reminder, never load from the downhill side of a trailer when you are on a steep hill. I threw a chunk up into the trailer, it bounced back out, and nailed me in the eye.No big deal."
"And the bloody leg?"
"Well, this hear is my lucky pants.I wear em to remind me to be careful, but today they kind of fell down on the job. Chain grabbed a limb on the top side of the bar, and spun my bar on down past my leg.Actuallly comes in handy at times"
"Handy, how is that?"
Well, when I stopped for gas and a drink, I couldnt remember what side of the station I had parked on.I just followed the little trail of red dots back from the register, down past the doritos, two trips around the beef jerky display, along the cooler full of Mt.Dew, and back out the door.Came in real handy."
His eyebrows had meanwhile been creeping up his forehead, and I could tell he was having a hard time digesting this tidbit of info.I motioned for him to follow me back around the shop where I pointed to the trailer piled high with lovely red oak.
there in the back was my line of saws, all lined up ready to be cleaned and put away.
"Wow, you have a lot saws there,but I guess it came in handy to have that many guys sawing wood."
"What are you talking about?I didnt have any help, and I dont let anyone use my saws!"
"Then why do you need more than one?"
I took the time to expain the various reasons as to why you need more than one, most of the reasons lost on deaf ears.He was examing the saws with a great deal of interest at this point.
"wanna try one?"
"um, sure!"
I then dragged him back around the shop, geared him up in all the extra PPE that I had, and trotted back outside and ran smack into the wives who by this time had gotten curious as to what we were up to.
The wife, named Jessica, promptly blew a gasket.There was no way she was going to let her husband anywhere near a death invoking machine like a chainsaw, not while she was alive.My wife asured her that it would be good for Greg to have a go at it.
lanned on selling that gas hog SUV of theirs, and maybe buy a pickup.Determined once he got back to his house he would have just enough room in the backyard for 4 cords of wood if the removed the fancy swing by the back deck.I even gave him the URL to this website!
