Yeah, I know all you smartphone people have cameras in your pockets. My dumbphone has a camera, too. But it’s not worth much. So this morning I didn’t get a photo of the car that had a) a big sticker identifying the owner as a member of one of the local tribes and b) a big sticker supporting one of the local sports teams, which depicts a stereotypical Indian leaping around doing a war-whoop.<\/p>\n
Tolerance. It’s what’s rural.<\/p>\n
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In the second case, I couldn’t have taken a photo, because part of the subject of the picture would have been me, and if I’d have freed up a hand to snap a shot, I’d have bounced into the air.<\/p>\n
Yesterday The Wandering Monk showed up to paint the last bit of upper wall on Ye Olde Wreck. This required kneeling or lying on a roof, but said roof was scraped and obscured by cedar branches. So first he had to stand on the roof and cut about a dozen branches off while directing me to pull ropes to get them within his reach. <\/p>\n
Some of the branches were above his head and I had to haul them down. Others were too far to the left or right and I had to go either along the fenceline or toward the street and haul them toward him.<\/p>\n
Cedars are tough and dense relative to other local flora. Some branches were no problem, but others didn’t want any mere girl attempting to displace them. The monk rigged a long rope with a loop for my (gloved, of course) hand on one end and a short pry-bar on the other. The weight of the bar enabled him to sling the rope over hard-to reach branches then, lowered to ground level, gave me something solid to pull on.<\/p>\n
Still, I had to sit on the ground and make a tripod of myself to do the job without branches flopping around while the Monk tried to saw them. With a couple of bigger branches I nevertheless felt myself being lifted up rather than pulling down. <\/p>\n
We got the job done, thanks once again to the Monk’s ingenuity, redneck-engineered tools, and good instructions.<\/p>\n
But somebody shoulda gotten a picture of that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Yeah, I know all you smartphone people have cameras in your pockets. My dumbphone has a camera, too. But it’s not worth much. So this morning I didn’t get a photo of the car that had a) a big sticker identifying the owner as a member of one of the local tribes and b) a big sticker supporting one of the local sports teams, which depicts a stereotypical Indian leaping around doing a war-whoop. Tolerance. It’s what’s rural. —– In the second case, I couldn’t have taken a photo, because part of the subject of the picture would have been…<\/p>\n