A place for me to vent or praise, or whine, or fiddle around with those 26 letters.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Brag, Brag, Brag
It's usually whine, whine, whine, but maybe it's the weather. This morning I went out in front of my house and cut branches off a tree. I enjoyed it a lot. I will probably feel the results of it tomorrow, but I enjoyed it. I used to get mad at Louie. We'd be having people over for whatever and I'd be dusting bookcases and he'd go to the empty field next door and cut down branches, pruning artistically, trees that belonged to no one and were growing wild. But now I understand. It is messing around with a kind of huge natural force and it feels so good. I had one limb that was about four inches thick and half way through it broke and I couldn't get a purchase on the little piece still holding it on the tree. Elemental problem solved. Feels so much better than worrying if this chapter break should be a three asterisk break or a four asterisk break. Then, apparently while I was out for lunch, which took six hours and was also fun, Louie did some more. Well, he always did like it. And maybe after the spinal surgery he won't be able to do it anymore. So the stacks of branches in front of and behind the garage kinda look actually bigger than the tree. This tree, I think it is some kind of ash, and it is not very attractive, but keeps the evening sun from raising the temp in the front bedrooms, so there is no question it must remain, is just kind of annoying, it's growth pattern and ugly bark and all, and while wrestling with it I had the passing thought: Ash. Emerald Ash Borer. Maybe the village would pay for its removal, but no. I took it back, God. Forget I said that. It is very necessary to the cultural ambience of my actual residence. Which brings me back to what started this train of thought that is now looping through abandoned mine tunnels in an unused portion of my brain. It had to be trimmed because it was growing way over the driveway and Cassie and I park our cars at that end of the driveway and on that side, and there is always an embarrassing amount of bird shit on them. Plus, when I come around the corner, and I've lived here almost twelve years, I always think, "My house looks so nice." And lately when I come around the corner I think, "You can hardly see the house anymore for that damned tree."
So, practical and aesthetic reasons, and it was fun and when you come around the corner you will think, "That house looks really nice." It does.