I’m a lumberjack and I’m OK.

Yesterday I played golf for the second time ever. It was also the fourth time I ever held a golf club. So, where do my “buddies” take me but to the Heron Lakes golf course to the Great Blue course which I saw somewhere was rated one of the hardest courses in the state. Well, it didn’t look that hard but there was plenty of grass and wetlands and I just have lost 30 balls. If I hit it further than 20 feet, it was most likely going to sail into a pond.

I finally got to spend some quality time with the wood chipper today, and my neighbor behind me wasn’t happy. I went to look for them to ask if they had any objections to my cutting down a cedar that my dad planted in no-man’s-land. I’m kind of sure it’s their property, but my dad was planting things there, so that makes the property line murky. Anyway, I also cut down what I thought was a volunteer which happened to be an American Redwood he planted. I told him I’d pay for the replacement and he wasn’t too upset. I don’t think he wanted me to cut down the cedar, either, but it was leaning into our “airspace” so it had to go.

My mom’s crazy Japanese auto mechanic, who lent me the wood chipper, came by to give me a “new” lawn mower. I think it’s lighter than my current mower, and he’s going to sell the metal of the heavier one. In any case, he was impressed by how much progress I made in the backyard. I’m pretty tired, but I have lots more gardening to do. Or maybe I should sort through my dad’s stuff some more. It’s all a big question mark for me. I might just sit around and do nothing since it is a holiday.