We made the effort to meet a fellow today who supposedly wanted to buy something from me. He turned out to be a no-show. I’ve tried twice before to make connections with this guy, but to no avail. He saw my ad on Facebook, so he’s some sort of troll, apparently. Oh well; live and learn. I then had to run a few errands, including dropping off some applications at the job service office in town. People are rushing around almost as bad as they do at Christmas. I guess they’re trying to get their last Easter items picked up. One thing is for sure, some of them should never be allowed behind the wheel of an automobile. We were glad to leave town and the traffic behind us.
When we got home, I went over to where I need to fall another oak tree and dug around a small hickory that I wanted to make into a root maul. It’s right where I need to fall the oak, so will be damaged if I leave it. Unfortunately, it had been filled around a little when they made the log road beside my house when the tree was just little, and the roots were a bit deeper than I wanted to dig. Furthermore, it may have some internal scars from a dozer, but I can’t be sure. I decided that I’m just going to make a “butt-swell” maul, rather than a root maul. I’ve never heard of such a thing, but then I’ve always been a trend-setter.
After getting my fill of digging, I honed one of my small axes with a disc-shaped stone that was my father’s, and then marked the first two logs on each of the three small oaks I fell recently. I also trimmed off the small limbs up to where they got big enough that a chainsaw or a bigger axe is required. I guess they must have formed from epicormic sprouts, since they were quite a bit smaller than the ones further up the tree.
Next, I sat on the larger of the three tree trunks and soaked in the ambiance of the warm spring evening. The birds were still singing a bit, though it was nearly sunset. Strangely enough, a rooster was crowing about a quarter-mile away, something I’m more used to hearing before sunrise than at sunset. I suppose some roosters are just blabber-mouths, like some people. I was watching a squirrel hopping around the woods when my wife called from the side porch that she was putting on a movie.
The missus has a fairly extensive collection of old movies, most of which she got in the $5 bin at Wally World, probably because they couldn’t sell them to today’s “normal” consumers. It turned out to be “Easter Parade,” with Fred Astaire, Judy Garland, Peter Lawford and Ann Miller with some of the numbers (maybe all) written by Irving Berlin. Face it, if you know who I’m talking about, you’re OLD like us! The musical had the typical shallow plot, but great voices and fantastic dancing of most musicals of that era, so my wife and I enjoyed it immensely. It was filmed in 1948 and was set in New York during 1912 and ’13, so that was a plus to a history buff like me. It’s nearly time for the late news as I type this, so I guess it’s time to return to reality, such as it is. © 2014