12 September 2009

Putting away the groceries after a morning trip to Middlebury, picked up the infamous jar of Bove's Roasted Garlic sauce by grabbing hold of the lid. Said lid was NOT secure! When the jar hit the floor (sans lid) sauce again went everywhere, including mounds of the stuff on the RV dining area carpet and onto the only pair of "good" jeans and running shoes that I had (note the past tense). Dolores now has a SERIOUS case of measles. Grrrrr... Figuring the day couldn't get any worse, was time to fire up the Stihl and cut down another white oak... this one with a 22" butt. Even though I completely miscut the notch and hinge, the tree fell right where it was supposed to: still on our property but right towards the Glassner's house. Being nobody's booby, had waited until after the Glassner's left for New Hampshire before dropping the tree. By the end of the day all evidence was removed - and logs sufficient for all needed shed beams were in the skid pile. Even though the Kubota's gas gauge was firmly on "E", back dragged the Glassner's driveway until it was smooth.