Weekends are weird once you have a house. A secondary labor regime takes over: there are weeds to kill, stumps to remove, bathtubs to re-caulk, closets to clean, bookshelves to make and so on.
A beautiful day like today is especially dangerous, as the yard calls insistently. I finally decided to split a huge pile of logs from a big oak branch that fell last year. I had chainsawed them into usable firewood-sized logs but I hadn’t gotten around to splitting them yet with a maul.
Splitting logs is kind of fun, actually, though I’m feeling the aftereffects now. On the other hand, stumping things is no fun. I finally took out a huge old stump I’d been meaning to take care of for a long time.
Hey, for anyone who is reading who is a reasonably skilled chainsaw user, by the way (not you, Michael Berube!) , any tips for when you’re dealing with smaller branches that have a tendency to move or roll while you’re chainsawing them down to firewood-splittable size? I’ve used old cinderblocks to try and restrain the branches, but it seems clumsy somehow. It feels kind of unsafe to use my right leg to clamp down on the branch while I cut, though the stance certainly amplifies the phallic imagery of the whole thing.