Yet another ill-spent weekend
Woke up early this morning. Felt great about things, and decided to go get myself some cereal. On the way, my dad stops me and says "I'm going to (somewhat distant town) to get some lighting supplies/handbrushes. You want to come with me?" Just so everyone knows, this is less "you want to come with me?" and more "you're coming with me." Anyways, what the heck. A little early morning drive to pick up a few supplies. We hopped on over, grabbed some donuts, and drove on back. Then the fun began. We worked on the lights in the arena (how many other people you know have some place they call "the arena"?) which was actually quite an involved process. It took us about four hours to test a new light fixture, replace the broken one, dig a hole for a new one, assemble a new one on top of a 15-foot steel pole, mix and pour the concrete and get it set straight. Lots of fun. After that, my dad gazed down the path to my house, which was overgrown to the point where the regular forest around the path was less overgrown than the actual path. He told me "go get the machete and cut that back, will ya?" Freakin' machete. Last time I used it I got blisters all up my right hand, because the handle on ours is terrible. It had taken days for my hand to heal. Nevertheless I grabbed it and started cutting. Whacking away, I felt something wet on my hand. I looked down and saw a newly formed blister that had already swelled and popped, and was now leaking all over my hand. Wonderful. I continued and another did the same on the top of my hand. I ignored both of them and continued on until I felt a hard crack and was suddenly hit in the face by a full blast of water. I had missed with one of my blows and hit the pvc pipe that brings water up to arena. Thinking quickly, I ran downhill, turned off the water pressure, grabbed the duct tape, an extra 3/4 pvc fitting, primer, and glue. Within a few minutes I had repaired the section. Afterwards, I finished up the trail and went down to eat some lunch. After realizing that there wasn't really anything to eat and the only thing on tv was olympic ice skating, my dad said we were going out. He, my sister, and I went out for pizza, miniature golf (tied for second) and mall shopping. (He did valentines day shopping for his wife, I elected to stay away from victoria secret and hid in game stop.) Now I'm at home watching the olympics, and posting on rvb. *Whew*. Tomorrow I get to destroy things with a chainsaw! Also bonus points to anyone here who actually uses machetes on a semi-regular basis. |
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