The Aftermath



After helping the neighbors clear debris from their yards after the storm yesterday, the boys appear to be done. I walked over to Grandma's with a wheel barrel full of tools to get started on the fallen Chinaberry tree in her front yard but was stymied by more rain. After visiting a while, I called it quits and returned to the house to clean up our own yard.

Sometime failure breeds success. Sometimes it's the other way around. After successfully pulling a half-fallen cedar limb off the firepit with the Mountaineer, my attempt to pull a second limb down resulted in the right rear wheel getting buried to the axle in mud. Zach, who witnessed the incident, couldn't contain himself with the knowledge of my predicament so I let him break the news to Cathi. As she considers the Mountaineer to be "her car," she was not at all happy and let me know in no uncertain terms. Luckily, Mr. Huser came along offering to pull me out. We attached his tow-chain to the sturdy looking, but apparently ornamental, front bumper and were successful in dragging the Mountaineer from the muck. In the process we bent a portion of the bumper. "What did you do to my car!" Cathi exclaimed as I pulled it around to the driveway.

There wasn't much point in going back inside so I spent the next hour or so dragging limbs from the yard to the ditch where the county will eventually pick them up. Josh came out just before dark saying "Mom says she isn't talking to you." "If she WERE talking to me, what would she say?" I replied. "Dinner's ready" he said. My spaghetti was a bit cold but I was still hungry enough to eat two bowls.

Posted: Wed - July 16, 2003 at 11:51 PM      


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