I have fun on my blog. I’m not one of the Edmond white fanboy dredges who spread their legs for Sam Presti, Royce Young and the Daily Thunder. Like I wrote on here before…if they ever gave me a media pass…it would be revoked at the end of Day 1. But I can assure that would be one motherf–king interesting press conference.
They’re playing basketball…they’re not recreating the solar system.
I try not ever to take myself too seriously.
Since the ice storm in October its been quite a project cleaning up the tree damage here on the densely tree-lined ranch. A journey, a process, a life experience. I feel like I’ve grown spiritually from it.
This lacebark elm will actually be the only tree which bit the dust among around fifty trailers of limbs removed so far to the burn pile. The rest of the trees have been salvaged.
Your chainsaws become an extension of you like a guitar to a musican or a putter to a golfer.
Rain looks like it’s going to break in Deer Creek finally.
I meditate and thenlisten to a warmup song like a hockey player before I start my chainsaw.
Time to go to work.
Have a nice day. Embrace the journey.