Guess what
I did! :D I burnt an acre of wild growth on the rim of our forest! :D
This
morning was the first time after eons for the General to go to work and so
instantly I got lonely and the house was too big. Nobody with the synched
biorhythm shooed me from the toilet when I peed, nobody shooed me out of the
bathroom when I brushed my teeth to shower, nobody wanted me to make hardcore
coffee only for me to make him decaf… The house was quiet and vast.. :( A week ago dad asked me to come help out a
bit, though, which of course everyone forgot by now, but I decided to take him
on the offer and grabbed the mutt, hiked uphill and woke everybody. Let’s do
something menial!
Dad is clearing
out an acre which hasn’t been touched in over twenty years or even more I think.
It is slow going and everything is thorny – the bushes, the trees and the
vines. Vines would put Sleeping Beauty’s castle problems to shame. At some
point I had to crawl over them to get to a plastic bucket and it looked for a
moment that I was going to get stuck. Not much of me was left unscratched, save
for my butt, thanks to my iron-clad wool grannies. (Kidding.)
At some
point, after I burnt a few small fires to deal with rotten logs and trash, dad
asked if I would burn the entire acre free of the vines and bushes. It wasn’t
too windy, just enough for me to make a plan: I am fairly versed in burning
things, even if everyone who every burnt the city to the ground could claim the
same thing. But I did well, I was consta controlling the slow burn, starting in
the upper corner, so it spread gradually downwards, towards the forest. In the
end the acre was covered in soot and blackened trees (it burnt too quickly to
really do any damage to the trees. Dad will take those down for logs for
firewood.)
And that is
how I got pricked, burnt (I stood close a couple of times and so now my face
and hands are a bit pink and hot :D ) and smoked. Have taken a shower since and
I still smell of smoke.
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