Bob_Skurka
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I've been out here in the country for almost 10 years so you'd think that by know I would know better. But today I learned a few more things. If you skip Sunday services because you want to do some work in the yard, you will find out that our good Lord is a vengful God.
#1) I was pruning the native hawthorn trees and while my pruners had the mechanical advantage to easily snap off branches nearly 2" thick, the branches over my head came crashing down on my head, back (had my shirt off because it was 85 & humid), arms and generally scratched me in the way that a wet cat would do if you tried to flush it down a toilet (and failed). I am still picking out the broken tips of thorns from my hands (yup, my leather gloves were up in the garage).
#2) I took off to the rural roads with the lovely Mrs_Bob and my daughter on our scooters. No less than 5 miles from home my scooter got a flat tire. Of course, the lovery Mrs_Bob & our daughter were well ahead of me and didn't know I had a flat.
#3) When it was finally noticed that I was missing on the scooter ride, the Lovely Mrs_Bob showed up with her SUV and we promptly loaded the scooter into the rear, only to have the fuel spill out while we drove home. Stinking up the lovely Mrs_Bob's SUV.
#4) A quick trip in the afternoon to the run some errands and pick up some nice thick steaks yielded no meat. Apparently the local butcher shop decided to close while I was inside the discount store, only 300' feet away at 4pm.
#5) Heading down the slope off the road with the tractor in HIGH range (I never forget to put it in LOW) yielded an oncontrolled roller coaster ride down the slope, locking up the brakes, and tearing the turf for nearly 15 feet of uncontrolled slide. Of course, sliding 15 feet to an eventual stop was better than racing headfirst into a thorn tree about 25' past the end of the slope.
So, while city folks can skip church with impunity, living in the country is much riskier, less convenient, and I think it boils down to the fact that spending an hour a week in my Sunday best is not too much to ask of me to prevent the type of day I had today.
#1) I was pruning the native hawthorn trees and while my pruners had the mechanical advantage to easily snap off branches nearly 2" thick, the branches over my head came crashing down on my head, back (had my shirt off because it was 85 & humid), arms and generally scratched me in the way that a wet cat would do if you tried to flush it down a toilet (and failed). I am still picking out the broken tips of thorns from my hands (yup, my leather gloves were up in the garage).
#2) I took off to the rural roads with the lovely Mrs_Bob and my daughter on our scooters. No less than 5 miles from home my scooter got a flat tire. Of course, the lovery Mrs_Bob & our daughter were well ahead of me and didn't know I had a flat.
#3) When it was finally noticed that I was missing on the scooter ride, the Lovely Mrs_Bob showed up with her SUV and we promptly loaded the scooter into the rear, only to have the fuel spill out while we drove home. Stinking up the lovely Mrs_Bob's SUV.
#4) A quick trip in the afternoon to the run some errands and pick up some nice thick steaks yielded no meat. Apparently the local butcher shop decided to close while I was inside the discount store, only 300' feet away at 4pm.
#5) Heading down the slope off the road with the tractor in HIGH range (I never forget to put it in LOW) yielded an oncontrolled roller coaster ride down the slope, locking up the brakes, and tearing the turf for nearly 15 feet of uncontrolled slide. Of course, sliding 15 feet to an eventual stop was better than racing headfirst into a thorn tree about 25' past the end of the slope.
So, while city folks can skip church with impunity, living in the country is much riskier, less convenient, and I think it boils down to the fact that spending an hour a week in my Sunday best is not too much to ask of me to prevent the type of day I had today.
