The Colorado Handsaw Massacre

One very good way to deal with frustration is with a pruning saw. The second day after the snowpocalypse of September 9 or 8 or whatever it was, I went out to the back yard — the dog’s yard — to see that essentially half my neighbor’s nasty Chinese elm had fallen onto the vintage clothesline pole.

Summer snow is heavy and when most of it lands in five hours on fully leafed trees? Ha.

I examined it as well as I could in 14 inches of snow and decided I had no clue and went back in the house. After all, I had about a gazillion other branches to deal with all along the alley.

In the fullness of time I was able to look at the mess and I saw it was way above my skill level and I walked away again. Frustrated.

But I went back. And I started sawing off branches and pulling stuff down that I could pull down safely. Every afternoon since, I’ve worked on that damned tree. I figured it was in my power to clean up a lot of the mess and make the yard safe for the dogs to play in and for me to clean up. It’s a lowly aspiration, but it’s mine.

My ally in the battle against the tree, frustration and hopelessness is this little guy.

So far we’ve accomplished a lot. I’m tying stuff up in bundles for the trash to take, all but two branches that are too big.

I’ve called a guy who’s coming tomorrow to give me an estimate on the BIG job and to check the roof of my garage.

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17 thoughts on “The Colorado Handsaw Massacre

  1. I totally agree about pruning. Frustration is no match. I actually miss pruning, which I usually thought was a (fairly) calming, even though strenuous, activity. I felt better. Trees and bushes looked so much better too. Nice job Martha!

        • Ha ha ha ha! It’s a year when it doesn’t snow the biggest snow of the year in SUMMER. It’s a year when the leader of the alleged free world says, “Damn, we have a pandemic. Here’s how to be safe and careful. Everyone do this and we’ll — most of us — make it through,” and “Yeah Black people are not treate ithd equally under the law and that has to change. I’ll get to work on that.” It’s a year when people aren’t all going around with political shit on their minds, one way or another. It’s a year when Americans don’t hate each other and there’s no cold civil war. I think the last one was 2015.

          • Oh right!! 2015!! That’s why it seems so long ago. Damn. That was before it all Hit The Fan clump by clump. Thanks for the very apt review. I totally miss normal. In a twisted way, a pandemic just fits right in, doesn’t it. 😬

            • I have thought about the “role” of this Pandemic in the grand scheme and if I were superstitiously religious AND knew how everything was going to turn out, I’d say, “We asked for it,” by the choices “we” made in 2016, though, IMO, the choices were awful. The option could have run a country with some skill, aplomb, responsibility and credibility. The pandemic doesn’t bother me as much as our political situation.

            • The political situation could last a lot longer than the pandemic. I sure hope not and can’t even wrap my head around 4 more years. And yes, I also think a different choice in 2016 would have made all the difference in so many ways. The pandemic is only one.

            • I can’t wrap my head around that, either. If he wins 4 more years I don’t think that will be the end of it. I truly like Biden, but I wish two things (either one) would happen. That the repubs would reclaim their party or that the dems would come up with some sparkling charismatic winner with a heart of gold.

  2. Yikes! What kind of neighbor leaves that for you. I’d gather some friends and push the branch back into his yard!! (I’d want some very strong friends and maybe a hoist or block and tackle) My grandmother had a clothes line like that. It could spin and once there was a storm and her clothes pin bag (clipped to the line) was spinning around flinging clothes pins all over the yard. I cot paid a dime to pick them all up!

    • That tree is not my neighbor’s responsibility, unfortunately. SO I’m hoping to finding out from the tree guy what other incipient problems exist up there and how much it would cost to get rid of them before they get rid of me 😀 The other clothesline pole is pretty far from this one and they were set in concrete, thank whoever did that. I can hear the woman of the house back in 1930 saying, “Antonio, I don’t want those clothesline poles spinning in the wind.” “OK, Concetta. I’ll set them in concrete.”

  3. Sometimes these natural “disasters” and the energy they require to repair are a gift in disguise.

    I remember spending days, hours each day for most of a summer, hacking away at rocks in the ground with a rake, ground I was trying to transform from a field into a yard with grass for my dogs. This happened when I was full of pent up anger and frustration at my father’s wife and her evil, nefarious acts. With every thrust as I plunged the rake toward the ground I imagined her face in each rock I attacked. Talk about therapeutic! I had to buy a new rake before the summer was out.

    There’s always a silver lining.

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