It will be short and sweet this week, readers. Let’s just say I pushed the limit on my capabilities this past weekend and my joints are still popping and snapping with every movement. Even typing hurts like a son of a b…each bunny.
Have you ever done that? See something that needs to be done, get a bee in your bonnet, and just do it - all at once. I am an idiot when it comes to common sense. Age and wisdom are not necessarily synonymous.
So, my shrubs needed trimming. No, that is not really accurate. They needed trimming about three years ago. Now they needed an entire landscaping crew boasting big guns with nuclear-capable power tools.
Instead, they got a bony little old lady with a kid-sized Black and Decker hedge trimmer trying to remove over a foot of woody limbs. And by gosh, I was going to do it, no matter what. I think I had a death wish.
The back of the shrubs had overgrown so badly they were creeping under the railing onto my porch. My reach could not stretch that far. So, I decided to pull a “Nike” gig and “Just Do It.”
The length of these shrubs stretches for about 15 feet. Starting at one end, I was hell-bent on removing at least eight inches from the back.
It was like cutting through the jungles of the Amazon rainforest and needed a caption like, “Do not try this at home.”
I cut through it all crawling through the trenches until I exited on the other side. I did not stop until it was done. While I was smart enough to wear long pants, I somehow believed short sleeves would be just fine. Duh. I have battle scars all over my arms. I honestly think the limbs came alive and were out to kill me.
But here I sit, alive and well even though I am not sure I can lift my arms above my head. I feel like the Terminator who needs a serious lube job. Yet, in all my battle glory, I take pride that I faced my fears head-on and declared to those sucker shrubs, “Hasta la Vista, Baby.” Ah, but that is fodder for yet another rant.
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