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I Should Have Gotten in the Shower When I Heard the Chainsaw Starting

I should have gotten in the shower when I heard the chainsaw.

A few minutes later, as I’m heading to the bathroom with my jammies and clean towel, Steve comes in and says, “Hey Rob….”

“…Ya….” I really wanted to get in the shower.

“Do you want to come hold the flashlight for me?”

(No.) “Um…why?” (Of course I’m going to.)

“I got the tractor stuck and I need to cut something to get it unstuck.”

“Honnneeeyyyyyyyy….it’s a tractor, not a skidder.”

Boyish grin.

“Ok. Hang on.”  I dropped my jammies and towel off in the bathroom, pull my hair back up into a ponytail, and head for the door.

“You’re gonna need your boots,” he said. Ahh..he had it stuck in mud, right?

We drove to the wood yard, just a tenth of a mile up the road. He thought he’d need the headlights.

I assumed “need to cut something” meant he needed to cut a small tree to wedge the tractor out of a mud hole. Nope. It was a stump. And the tractor frame was sitting on it. I didn’t ask how it happened. I think the front tire drove over it and didn’t touch ground on the other side. It’s a simple cedar stump.

A really wide stump. I shined the light on it and he started cutting.

“Hey? Is that smoke coming from the chainsaw?”

“Ya!”

I’m not sure. It’s coming from the back of the tractor. The chainsaw is closer to the front. I start watching the smoke carefully until…

“Rob! I can’t see if you’re shining the light on the smoke.” (Well, then get stuck in daylight…but I don’t say it out loud.)

“Oh. Right.”

He hit a soft spot in the stump and ants started crawling everywhere. Eventually, in lots of pieces and with lots of maneuvering the tractor, the stump came apart enough to lift the tractor up with the bucket and back it off. The tractor slides down, the bucket swings toward my head, I trip over the idling chainsaw, get tangled in the raspberry bushes and nearly fall on my face. By the time I catch myself, Steve is off the tractor and heading for the road in the wood yard. He has long frigging legs that let him step over things easily and take him long distances quickly. My legs are short. It’s not fair. I drove the truck back to the house and waited by the mailbox until I saw the tractor’s single headlight bobbing through the trees.

I should have gotten in the shower when I heard the chainsaw. We could have done this in the daylight this morning if I’d been in the shower.

I’m not complaining! Steve bush hogged a back way to my tree stand. He got stuck while doing something nice for me.  Still…wish he’d gotten stuck in daylight. :)

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