Busy day today. Been working on the house with my uncle from the homeland down in Mississippi. We're doing several small projects and one big one. We've gotta rebuild and beautify our old brokedick well house. This morning nature gave us another BIG project. One of the limbs on our mama pecan came crashing down. It tore a limb off of one of our baby (15 year old) black walnuts. That tree is affectionately called "Big Nuts" because the walnuts he produces are twice the size of his two siblings. This limb is still hanging on and lord it's big. Maybe twice the width of a telephone pole and forty feet long or so. My heart sank when I saw it. And not because I'm gonna have to monkey my ass up there to cut it loose. We all love our mama pecan. It's not my favorite tree in our yard but it's probably third. We've got a huge-ass walnut out by the burn pile. He's my favorite. Then we've got a giant black maple in our front yard. Turns lemon yellow in the fall. She's my second favorite. I didn't get a shitload of sleep last night so I'm a little loopy.
I haven't worked on the boston movie in a day or so. I've pushed it into the back of my mind. That way I don't fall off a ladder or hit my junk with a hammer. That wouldn't be good. Well, I'm gonna drag my ass off to bed. Another busy day tomorrow. By the way. If I don't finish this fucking movie soon I want somebody to ninja their ass into my house and engage in mortal combat with the "Beef machine". That's a little nickname I gave myself. Well, I'm off. I gotta lot of fun ahead of me tomorrow. Five foot four inch Irish rascals shouldn't have to climb into the misty canopy god damn it. byebye
I haven't worked on the boston movie in a day or so. I've pushed it into the back of my mind. That way I don't fall off a ladder or hit my junk with a hammer. That wouldn't be good. Well, I'm gonna drag my ass off to bed. Another busy day tomorrow. By the way. If I don't finish this fucking movie soon I want somebody to ninja their ass into my house and engage in mortal combat with the "Beef machine". That's a little nickname I gave myself. Well, I'm off. I gotta lot of fun ahead of me tomorrow. Five foot four inch Irish rascals shouldn't have to climb into the misty canopy god damn it. byebye
morwok:
Sounds like that's a heck of a place you've got there. There was an oak in a field about 5 miles from the house I grew up in that I always called my favorite tree. The bastards cut it down last year. Seemingly for no reason too, as it's still just laying there.