I can still see my mother in the later years when my father would start the chainsaw, getting the phone, and watching to call 911.What a mornin'!!
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I just got done scaring myself half to death -- my Beautiful Witch's flame tree (that's its real name -- AKA: poinciana) in my back yard has to have serious trimming done every 3 years or so. The branches of this kind of beast will grow until the tree is more than a hundred feet across, and those branches will come down right to the grass.
So early-early this moanin' afore it gots too hot... there I yam, way up on my big stepladder, waving my chainsaw ONE-HANDED (could not use two and still remain ten feet up). When the saw finally got through the 5" thick branch, the twenty-foot cut-off branch came down and whacked Himself if the left arm... followed by the still-whizzing chainsaw.
The fargin limb saved my arm from having an artery cut open!!!!!The chain hit the limb in the split-second that it was between the whirring chain and Unca-arm. O jeez.
Continuing with the action, I fell offa the ladder. Owie. Managed to throw the chainsaw on the way down so I din' land on the sucker.
I am really getting too fargin old for this kind of thing. Not only that, but I am running out of parts.
Here's the best part (from my POV). I stopped crying and moved the stepladder to the next branch. I did a total of four. (pant, puf)
Then, I dragged each of the logs to my woodpile about 200' away. (wheeze <-- I was all out of pant-pufs). Coupla hunnert pounds. Jeezy-jeez.
So here I sit, after showering off sawdust, dirt, and mebbe a little spilled pee, ready to whip my weight in butterflies.
He did fall with chainsaw once, no cut but broke an ankle. Spirit is willing but....
Bubba
