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Sept 6, 2009
Hey babe,
This whole sitting down and writing letters and waiting for responses thing feels pretty strange with all the new instant ways of communicating, but I guess it will have to do for a while. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger right? How did people do this years ago? hell… how did we do it back then? it wasn’t really that long ago. It was a rough weekend here without you. Not quite as bad as last week though with the sink and dishwasher incident, but bad enough. You would have fell over laughing if you saw me trying to trim the trees. I tried the saw in the back yard. Had no trouble with the little ones but there was this one big branch I was determined to get down. It would have taken a lot of weight off and made a big difference. The only way I could reach it was to stand on my toes on the step stool and reach up with my left hand and pull it down slightly so I could saw with my right hand. This meant standing directly under where I was sawing. This also meant doing it with my eyes shut so every little piece of branch dust didn’t get in my eyes. Never did win that battle. The branch will live another day…or month… or whenever.
I changed focus for a little while, I think I took out some trash. I’ve now started filling rubbermade totes on the side of the house with trash since I keep forgetting to put the can out, or even when garbage night is. I will gladly hand over this task to you when you get here. So anyway after that I went out to the front yard. Knowing the saw was not my friend, I enlisted the help of my new friend the clipper. Snip by snip little pieces came off and my little 38 pound helper happily hauled each one over to the side of the yard. It wasn’t long before I eyed a nice big branch with crazy turns in it. I immediately thought of all I could do with it and like the one in the back yard, was determined to get it. I took the same position, minus the stepladder, and began squeezing and turning and squeezing and turning. After enough of a groove I got a good squeeze with the clipper and snapped the branch free with my left hand. In that exact moment the clippers, still attached to the stump of the branch, flew up out of my hands leaving the two rubber handle covers still in my grip. I did actually get a chuckle out of this one and even snapped a picture for you. Maybe I need some power tools.
Ya know that problem with the electric outlets? well… since I needed the soda machine today I needed the outlet to work so I could plug it in. I looked all over for an outlet with a reset button thinking maybe the circuit it was on was tripped. Then i went to the source and checked the breaker box. I couldn’t find a flashlight anywhere, the only one I knew of had old batteries and only a dull yellow shadow of a light so joe helped out again with his colorful flashing strobe sword. It was just enough to read the words next to each fuse switch. None seemed tripped so I just fidgeted with a few of them all with no help. Back and forth and all around the house with the flashing sword. I did find what was wrong with the light on the side of the house. The bulb blew up and was hanging shattered from the socket. I had to think about how to get it out. I once heard that a potato worked well but somehow a potato, being mostly water, seemed a little dangerous to be shoving into a light socket so i opted for some rubber handle pliers. I got it out and replaced the bulb and TA DA! let there be light. This renewed my faith in myself and gave me new strength to solve the outlet mystery. I remembered that the drill never charges anymore and thought that maybe there was a problem with that outlet in the laundry room too, so I checked it with a nightlight and yep, it too was dead. Just what I needed a hot lead. I again looked around for a reset button on a nearby outlet but couldnt find any. Since it was late I was getting scared having the garage door open so decided it was time to lock in for the night. I walked over to the side door and my eye just happened to catch something behind some boxes. Behold… it was an outlet I didnt even know existed hidden behind my five stories of junk boxes. What success I felt as I pressed that little button. I locked up the front and went around to the back with no doubt I would see the red lights blinking on Joe’s CD player plugged into the formerly dead outlet. Joe got his radio back and the soda machine came to life. I had my assistant load the sodas and I breathed a small sigh of relief and victory.
Joe went to bed like a champ and instead of cleaning I made a new mess with that branch I got down. Earlier joe had helped me pull all the leaves off and now it was ready to be made into some weird artistic creation. Lets call it a rough draft. I think you’ll like it when its done, my version of a family tree I suppose.
I hope you get this letter, it would be easier if I knew where you are. I know you’re out there and I know you’re coming so I’m going to keep on trucking along until then. Love is timeless and love follows no rules or laws. Many who have found their true love say they feel as though they have loved each other their whole lives, so why not believe its there even before the first meeting. Perhaps we have met, crossed paths, shared the same breeze or felt the same rain. Will I know you when I see you? Will you notice me?
All my love,
Me
