When I saw my saw
Look what the postal people brought me, today. My own, personal chainsaw! Now, before you get all worried about my plans to clear the forest, note that I did NOT use the term “mechanical”. This is something purchased, late at night, from the web. It requires that I provide all of the required power, using my own two arms. Got a clearer image yet? Well, in order to cut off one of my two arms, I would have to be extraordinarily maladept. Think of a long section of links, with handles at each end. I will make a guess that any enthusiasm for forestry will disappear after the first few minutes.
If you want your own, personal chainsaw, I’m providing a link: Yes, the dream is real.
We did another afternoon of dog-sitting, for the neighbours. Once the initial trust issues were resolved, the extra dog simply took a place on the couch and waited for the inevitable ear scratches. Now how easy was that? Why (if we were insane), we could easily absorb another mutt into the household. Wait: what am I saying? Please, think of this as a result of too much time in quarantine.
We placed an order for new winter tires, with rims, for the new car. This afternoon. Best to be ready for the inevitable snow, right? To think that I started my mobile life with a single, ordinary bicycle. Things are spiraling out of control. Or is this a symptom of age? Am I putting aside any illusions of mobility without fossil fuels?
