A couple of weeks back, on my regular Pleasant Hill visit ("The One-Man Chainsaw Brigade," 2023-01-27), the backyard was invaded by a couple of grande-size trees, which had the temerity to fall down and go boom (thank you, endless weeks of rain).
So, last weekend, I set to work with newly purchased chainsaw, hoping it would
have the blade length and horsepower to show the interlopers who's boss. I cut
a fair bit down to size, but for a lone old fart, it's been a pretty damned
big job. Now, this morning, I excised another few dozen cylindrical feet of
interloper, and for the most part, ye olde 18" Craftsman chainsaw performed
well — although getting through the last dozen feet or so of the tree, where
it's at its thickest, appears to be problematic, as the saw up and said "nope"
once I got down there near the rootball.
The image below shows the latest, possibly final progress (the "before" image may be found at the previous blog entry, linked above). I
didn't take a separate photo of the wood pile that left behind by the beast,
although you can see a portion of it in the "after" image. That's far less
than the whole picture, as there's a separate, smaller woodpile behind the
visible one. Initially, I intended to lug the logs a bit farther back in the
woods, but once I determined that their actual mass far exceeded their
relatively innocuous appearance, I said fuck that noise and started piling
them at the nearest possible coordinates beyond the Land Where the Grass
Grows. (Yes, I know it's covered in leaves right now, but Summer Is Coming.)
Now, with all that stuff done — as much as will be done, anyway, at least for
now — I must ask the rhetorical question: how can so much naughty fit into
such a wee little package? (I'll mention that, prior to the snapping of the
photos below, yon critter traipsed across the shelves to next to the bureau
you see here, prompting every item on said shelves to vacate their traditional
stomping grounds and fling themselves to the floor with devastating
consequences). It's gotta be rough being a cat.
Thanks, Cannoli.
