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bring out your dead
Mar. 17th, 2010 07:50 pmThe last three evenings I've gone out back after work and worked at cutting up the iron stairway in the back yard. I actually got a 4 1/2 inch angle grinder and a couple cutting disks for the job. Yesterday I managed to get it cut away from the tree and stood up on its side, but there was no way I was going to lift the whole thing. Today I cut the bolts to free one of the sides, broke the treads free from the other side, and the whole thing went onto the iron pile. I'm quite happy to have that done in just three evenings.
I've got someone lined up to take the railroad ties away, if the other owners don't come up with another use in the next week. If I get rid of those I'll just have to get some good soil to fill in all the low spots and cover the gravel and poor soil.
Now there's a load of cloths are in the washer, one in the drier, and a load of dishes in the dishwasher. It'll soon be time for bed, I'm completely bushed.
Oh, for those who enjoy humor: I set myself on fire today. I was trying to direct the sparks from the grinder away from the leaves on the ground, but that meant directing them more or less at me. At one point I took a break from grinding and looked down to discover my sweatshirt was on fire. I slapped it and it went out without a fight since it was no longer being fanned by the air from the grinder and encouraged by further sparks. I ended up with a hole in my sweatshirt about the size of my palm, very fashionable. I've been trying to kill that shirt for years, today I believe I finally succeeded.
I've got someone lined up to take the railroad ties away, if the other owners don't come up with another use in the next week. If I get rid of those I'll just have to get some good soil to fill in all the low spots and cover the gravel and poor soil.
Now there's a load of cloths are in the washer, one in the drier, and a load of dishes in the dishwasher. It'll soon be time for bed, I'm completely bushed.
Oh, for those who enjoy humor: I set myself on fire today. I was trying to direct the sparks from the grinder away from the leaves on the ground, but that meant directing them more or less at me. At one point I took a break from grinding and looked down to discover my sweatshirt was on fire. I slapped it and it went out without a fight since it was no longer being fanned by the air from the grinder and encouraged by further sparks. I ended up with a hole in my sweatshirt about the size of my palm, very fashionable. I've been trying to kill that shirt for years, today I believe I finally succeeded.
