Now I'm lying in my bed at home and figured I would pick up where I left off and just continue my story that I had started more than a week ago. So, lets go back to last Sunday...
One of my housemates, Jane, has been asking me for at least the last month or so when I will write about her in my blog and I keep assuring her that I will include her soon, but then I'll write the blog and somehow every time she misses the cut. And every time I feel like a jerk.
Well, Jane here is your moment to shine.
 |
| View from the top of the hill |
On Sunday, Jane, Maggie, Kevin, and myself went on an adventure to find a Christmas tree in the woods surrounding our house. We had no real means of cutting it down since the splitter was in our truck which wasn't at the house at the time so we were just going to scope out the prospects. After a short jaunt through the woods, we had picked out a couple candidates that we thought could work, but none that had really stood out. We decided to go look one other spot behind our house and then we spotted it up on the hill - the perfect Christmas tree. The only issue was that it was located on the top of this large, steep hillside/rock outcropping that overlooks the highway that runs by our house.
Like we would let a small issue like that stop us.
(Correction, Maggie was stopped by this fact as she decided to observe the rest of us hunt down the perfect tree from the safety of the house which considering the amount of times I was stabbed by thorns may not have been that bad of a life choice.)
The rest of the crew headed up the hillside and with some effort found our way to the top of the hill where we could see the perfect tree waiting for us - on the other side of the barb wire fence. Once again, we were pretty determined to have this tree so Kevin bravely ventured over the fence to confirm the tree was as good as we anticipated which it was. I then had to climb back down the hill to get something to cut down the tree with, as I mentioned before, we didn't have any appropriate tools at the house. However, it is absolutely amazing what you can do with a Sawzall blade. Yup, we cut our tree down with naught but a Sawzall blade with a glove wrapped around the end so you could hold onto it properly.
Effective? I think so.
We then had to haul the tree over the barbed wire fence and down the hill through a sea of briers and thorns and fallen tree trunks. But it was all worth it when we got to set it up in our living room later in the afternoon.
So that is my latest Kentucky adventure.
And now I am home to enjoy life in the 'real world' aka life outside of CAP for a short while. That adjustment is a whole other post by itself. One which I am too tired to tackle right now, but perhaps in the future.
Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
-Oliver Wendell Holmes-
