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I have a huge hole in my hand, given to me by a polesaw. Earlier today, I got conscripted into helping fix this mangled up old tree in the back yard, which is mangled because once upon a time, it was a plum tree and an apple tree, but now it is some horrible, fused-together plum-apple bastard. It makes horrible, inedible fruit, and has three times in the last month decided that it no longer wants to hold its own branches up.
It looks really cool, but it is a complete pain-in-the-ass tree.
And not only did my mother drop a very large branch on my face, leaving me all cut up and irritated, but the cord on the polesaw slipped and tore a very large piece of my hand away. So I'm sitting here, unable to really use a few fingers on my left hand at all, because the bandaging gets in the way of bending. (I'm absolutely fine, and was never in any real danger of losing any fingers, even if it did seem like it for the first few seconds. It's just a very bad, very deep rope burn.)
The most interesting part was when we gave up on the polesaw and the branch cutter and got out the chainsaw. It seemed like for every branch that needed to go before it broke on its own, we had to cut down two more because it was all a tangled mess. Eventually, we got bored with this, and decided to find a chain and pull everything down with the lawn mower. Which worked great, until the mower ran out of petrol. We may have stolen some from one of the race cars in the garage, shh.
And now Grant is annoyed, because for the third time in a month, there's a massive pile of branches that needs to be throwin into the wood chipper. Which, I'd say is preferable to having them break on their own and falling on the lodgers in the back yard.
In other news, I found my glasses last night. Grant had taken them, which meant we were both miserable and blind all day. Whee!
It looks really cool, but it is a complete pain-in-the-ass tree.
And not only did my mother drop a very large branch on my face, leaving me all cut up and irritated, but the cord on the polesaw slipped and tore a very large piece of my hand away. So I'm sitting here, unable to really use a few fingers on my left hand at all, because the bandaging gets in the way of bending. (I'm absolutely fine, and was never in any real danger of losing any fingers, even if it did seem like it for the first few seconds. It's just a very bad, very deep rope burn.)
The most interesting part was when we gave up on the polesaw and the branch cutter and got out the chainsaw. It seemed like for every branch that needed to go before it broke on its own, we had to cut down two more because it was all a tangled mess. Eventually, we got bored with this, and decided to find a chain and pull everything down with the lawn mower. Which worked great, until the mower ran out of petrol. We may have stolen some from one of the race cars in the garage, shh.
And now Grant is annoyed, because for the third time in a month, there's a massive pile of branches that needs to be throwin into the wood chipper. Which, I'd say is preferable to having them break on their own and falling on the lodgers in the back yard.
In other news, I found my glasses last night. Grant had taken them, which meant we were both miserable and blind all day. Whee!