tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post3790359074616550474..comments2024-03-28T18:09:56.579-05:00Comments on Unbagging the Cats: Trouble in Pony House ParadiseValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-27334061392049126892021-09-21T01:45:16.783-05:002021-09-21T01:45:16.783-05:00Well, we can't have Lola left alone, in charge...Well, we can't have Lola left alone, in charge of those four little redheads! Hick came home at noon today, all dirty, in a sweated-through shirt. He had spent the morning sawing up and stacking the wood from the fallen limb. I'm pretty sure he will feel the pain tomorrow.<br /><br />Being Hick, he switched to another kind of work for the afternoon, mowing the yard/field. Still work, but less taxing on his riding mower.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-50490792683051230102021-09-20T23:23:08.753-05:002021-09-20T23:23:08.753-05:00I could use the $500, but Lola would miss me and I...I could use the $500, but Lola would miss me and I'm currently painful from doing a little itty bit of gardening here. I shifted heavy pots and learned I shouldn't be doing that any more. My aching thighs, tennis elbow and cello-tight hamstrings have been telling me everyday since. I keep forgetting I'm only one birthday away from 70. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-5849209220138244762021-09-20T04:11:40.124-05:002021-09-20T04:11:40.124-05:00Oh my gosh! Get over here right now! We'll pay...Oh my gosh! Get over here right now! We'll pay you $500 to do the job, heh, heh. Of course you'll be traveling on your own dime, but we have some lovely little rooms on Shackytown Boulevard where you can stay for free. An outdoor shower, too! I'll even set out a continental breakfast of egg rolls and boxes of spaghetti noodles.<br /><br />Hick has trimmed trees out here. He has one of those long snipper thingies that my dad gave him, from the years when Dad worked for Bell Telephone, before they became AT&T. <br /><br />Sadly, Hick knew a guy in town who was trimming a limb in his yard, and it fell on him, and killed him! Not even a big limb. Hit him just right. Or apparently, just wrong.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-6516410235300868832021-09-20T02:24:53.974-05:002021-09-20T02:24:53.974-05:00It looks to me as if the tree is doing its own tri...It looks to me as if the tree is doing its own trimming :)<br />If it was a little smaller, Hick and HOS could probably take care of it themselves, like I did with a very tall shrub in my daughter's front yard. All I had was a pruning saw, a pair of secateurs and a stepladder. I cut off the lowest branches first, then worked my way up as high as I could reach, then sawed through the trunk from the daughter's side not the neighbour's side and as it began to lean I leaned on it to be sure it fell on K's lawn not the neighbours car. Took about five weeks to get all the limbs and the trunk parts sawn up and put into the green waste bin(dumpster). All that's left now is a stump about a metre high which is dead after I painted it with "Roundup". That's a plant poison. Of course all this was years ago when I was younger and fitter.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.com