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