I spent this Friday evening catching up on TV shows from the last two weeks. I could have sworn there were more, but I had enough season ending cliffhangers to gag a goat. Exciting, eh?

There’s so much stuff to do around the house that I kind of feel overwhelmed. I need to take care of my dad’s “stuff” and then I need to do all the maintenance on the house that hasn’t been done. Last weekend, for example, I finally fixed the shower. This weekend I may pull up some of the old, nasty carpet. It’s enough to make a guy sit around and read a book instead, which is what I did when I first got home. That and take a nap. But then I went out to the garage to find a chainsaw and cut down a tree.

My dad has a bunch of trees he planted and then just left to grow to a monstrous size thanks to the Oregon climate. A couple of the trees are fruit trees and they leave a mess every fall. One fruit tree was planted in the neighbors yard, so that’s going to drop apples on our garage forever. The two Japanese pears trees, however, are going. They’re the old-school Japanese pears that aren’t as sweet and it’s harder to give those away than zucchini. Perhaps I’m not trying hard enough. Anyway, I get to pretend I know what I’m doing and run the chainsaw for a while. Chainsaws make Oregon men feel more manly. Heh.

Oh, and I should mention that my stomach HURTS, especially when I sneeze. Too many sit ups. Darn that Dave.