If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



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Sunday, November 7, 2010

How Great is it...

...to sleep in until 6:30 and find out it is only 5:30?

So yesterday, I wrote and wrote.
Then I worked on my shingle machine while I waited for Denny to get Garth Brooks tickets.
Then he and I went to Chuck and Sherry’s and cut down a tree that was going to squash their house someday.
We pulled it and pushed it and cut a notch in it and it didn’t fall on the house at all.
But the tree’s boyfriend caught it...
 like a Love story.
So we cut him down too.
And both of them fell right on the brush pile...
Like the end of a sad sad Love story.
But I didn't cry
because Lumberjacks don't do that kind of thing...
around other Lumberjacks anyway. 
And today...
(if I’m lucky),
(which I most always am)
I’ll get to have oilless deep fried turkey.
Which might be a Love story for someone.
The End.

oh... and I caught a baby bat.

2 comments:

  1. A love story involving trees never ends well, in my experience...which extends no further than this post.

    Bats, gross.
    Why don't you ever catch fluffy things?

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  2. Hugs for my fellow lumberjack! What a sad but beautiful love story.

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