Saturday morning, my parents declared that it was time to do some yard work, cutting down two trees. One of the trees was right by the parking pad and always dripped sap all over the cars…no good. The other tree was the first of many slated to be cut down and replaced with some new, smaller trees and bushes. I decided I would help since it was such a nice day outside and it was a pretty big job. D volunteered himself as well (really, he actually wanted to, he wasn’t volun-told…this time). My dad and D did all the actual cutting down with chainsaws (because me and my mom with chainsaws? not so much) but my mom and I DID use handsaws to cut some of the larger limbs into smaller pieces. For the record, using a handsaw is much, much harder than it looks, those limbs were thick!
You might not think I would be the best helper for a job like this, seeing as how I am the klutz-master, but I had a few other things going for me: 1) I am pretty strong. I don’t say that to sound like a braggart or anything, because believe you me, it is not from lifting weights or anything like that. I blame good genes and swimming. 2) I am remarkably non-whiny if you promise me a cold beer when all the work is done.
Anyhoo, my dad and D did whatever with the chainsaws, while my mom and I stacked the limbs into a pile for a bonfire. D and I decided to save several of the bigger pieces of wood for the next time that we go camping to save money on firewood.
Finally, everything was picked up and it was time to sit back and relax around the fire. We sat out there long into the night, talking and laughing. I had a blast, and I think everyone else did too. It wasn’t really thought out before hand, but the only thing that could have made it better was some marshmallows.
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