February 19, 2018 by sandwichcontrol
Based solely on alliteration.
What a weekend.
On Saturday, I slept in.
And it was good.
I started the day by taking my chainsaw on her maiden voyage and chopping up a dead tree that fell a while back down near the road.
Then, Nicky the Cook came over and he, along with Taco Planet and myself, cut down two of the dead trees in the West Woods. And that wore me the fuck out…
On Sunday, I slept in.
And it was also good.
Then I got back to work on the wood that was left in the front yard…
Oh, yeah. Check out the upside down tree. When one of the trees came down, it brought up the roots and all. So we put it back in the hole upside down. So it can grow rocks.
It’s a rock tree.
Wait. Where did you think rocks came from?
So, a very strange thing happened.
On Saturday, when we were chopping up the trees. I came upon one of the pieces we had cut and it was on fire. Not like raging on fire, but smoldering just a little. On the side of the log. Kinda close to the ground, but not touching the ground. Like 4 inches off the ground.
I have no idea how this thing was on fire.
There’s no way a spark landed on some oil in a spot on a log that was pointed to the ground.
And nothing else was on fire.
Not a thing.
Just this one log.
Being of sound mind and body, I assumed the only logical thing: The Fire Goddess came and gave us a sign that she approved of us cutting down these dead trees.
So we did the only thing we could do with that log.
We built a huge fire from it.
May the Goddess shine her light upon our path forever.
Today is Monday.
While you dorks in the United States are having a day off in honor of some dead white dudes, we Lippincottonians will be doing something productive called work. Because it’s Monday. And we work on Mondays.
Speaking of which, I should get to it.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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