8/28/05---Chainsaw Charlie

So before we had the threat of Hurricane Katrina, the wife went over to the Home Depot and picked us up a chainsaw...ya know, to scare the hell out of the kids on Halloween---and in case of  a bad storm where branches get knocked down.  But mainly to scare the kids.  So this morning, we get up and go out to the front yard (before the temperature index was above 100 degrees) and take care of some of the fallen branches from the storm, and to thin out a couple of the trees we have that were in need of a good pruning.
I gotta tell ya, I'm up on the ladder, and I'm sweating my ass off, and I got the chainsaw just humming away....and ya know what?  You feel like a man.  I mean
one of those manly men you see in movies.  And then I get off the ladder, trim down some of the bigger branches, order the kids around and tell them to move them to by the street and such....and I was ready to grab Kim by the wrist, take her inside, into the bedroom....and just have my way with her.  Because I felt like a manly man!!

But of course, the whole sweaty body thing.  Eeeewww.

Here's something that I love in the aftermath of the storm.  The talking heads on t.v. are going to seemingly every sight even slightly effected by the storm, and their interviewing some woman who's house is flooded.  And we here the following:

"We here at the corner of 225th Avenue & 185 Terrace talking to Mrs Smith."
"I can't believe it....I can't believe my house is flooded."

Well no shit lady, you live in the Everglades.  I mean, if you buy your house here in south Florida, and your street has any sort of numbers that are in the hundreds, much less the TWO hundreds....you have bought property that was a swamp 25 years ago.  Don't be so fucking surprised that your street gets flooded.

Dipshits....all of them.

Meanwhile, I think I'm going to go cut something down.....the roar of that chainsaw....makes me feel like Robert Duvall in Apocalypse Now.

Later,
Jeff