I NEED A CHAINSAW.
And a wood chipper.
We’ve got a stockpile of about half a dozen of these deadwood mountains around the Hacienda already.
For that matter, with my heart racing every time I bounce to or break off a branch my bare arms, my heart races like it can see the finish line - we need health insurance too (we’re interim-COBRA-qualified right now). Both an exhilarating and scary feeling at the same time.
Today’s treasure and reward for a few good hours of strenuous work clearing out deadwood.
Alas, the always-malfunctioning Jacuzzi is now a boiling pot ready for a lobster. A dip of the garden hose provided minimal relief, so at this moment all I get to do is soak my feet.