Timber Beasts

I was out at D's this morning with Ben, playing at being a timber beast. He was cutting down small trees; I was only cutting branches. He did a GOOD job falling. The trees are still laying where they fell; we'll have to move them out of there tomorrow. Chainsaw ran out of gas, we ran out of time. He didn't much like it that I was pushing him, but he's a teenager, he'd take all day if I'd let him.

Of course, I got twigs and lichen and bark in my hair, down my low-cut shirt, in my flip-flops..... OK, that pretty well spells out that I wasn't planning to work with him this morning. We had to work quickly because I had to be at work by noon, and he has a class this afternoon. Tomorrow, I will wear proper timber beast gear: jeans, boots, shirt with a collar; change for work. The only way the 2 of us can figure out to have enough time to accomplish what needs to be done is to get up at 5:30 AM, go up and get started. He can stay there while I go to work. This area has to be cleared out so his little trailer can go in.

The last thing I want to do at work is work. What I really, truly, want to do is sit down, put my feet up, and rest. Maybe even put my head down on the desk and nap? Fat chance. Even without customers, there's too much to do.