Post Season Repairs

Winter can be a bit rough on some of our outdoor spaces.

The Fuzz and His Sweetie have a sort of patio out here with a fire pit.  It's usually covered with a tarp to keep the sun and rain off when they sit out here in the summer.  It's a nice place to enjoy dinner or maybe a glass of wine.

But with the wind, ice and snow, these tarps can take a beating.

Last summer they were gone so much that The Fuzz never bothered to maintain them.  And after all, they had their new pond to enjoy!

But there is still a place for this nice little area.

He had rigged a more modest system that would be easier to maintain, but it had gotten pretty battered by the weather.

While at the local "Discount store" they picked up a $5 tarp and voila!

But there was a downside to the affair.

You might notice the bench under the tarp.

Well that sucker is pretty heavy, and that Ambitious Fuzz foolishly tried to move it by himself.

Here we go again!

Driveway Clear!

We would like to report that the driveway is now clear, and The Fuzz's little paw is healing nicely.
Of course it will still be a while before he is 100% back in business.

In the meantime, he was determined to get those logs out of the way.  He found that he could manage to hold on to the saw.  He had to hold it with his foot in order to crank the thing.  It was a bit painful, but once it was running, with His Sweetie's help, they were able to saw up enough of the trees to at least clear a path for the car.  The rest will just have to wait a bit longer.

Near Disaster

The Fuzz admits that it has been a while since he posted here at Kinda Fuzzy.  But he has not been just sitting on his hands all this time.
There was The Great Motorcycle Adventure of course.  Hopefully there will be more on that later.  This post concerns trees, and near disaster.
Not long before the previously mentioned Motorcycle Adventure, The Fuzz and His Sweetie ordered one of those metal carports.  

Parking a white car under the trees (and birdies) gets a bit messy.  And of course there is the potential for falling limbs.  But a place would have to be prepared for it.
So a spot was selected near the Shed, where the car is usually parked.

But since we are in the woods here, it would be necessary to remove a few small trees, and one larger one (X).  Not wanting to drop this thing on the shed, and hoping to avoid getting it hung up in the woods, Our Fuzz resorted to a previously successful method, employing rope and his ragged old "come along".

Things started out well enough.  With His Sweetie's assistance, the tree was cut and started to fall in the chosen direction.
But there was a problem.  The tree hung up in another large tree across the driveway.
The Fuzz thought that a bit more tension on the rope should pull this stubborn thing free and onto the ground in the desired place.
Now came the 2nd hitch.
The Fuzz tightened this rig up about as much as he dared, with no success.  So he decided to move the rope and all, to another tree, so to get a better angle for dislodging this stubborn thing.

But as he was slowly easing the tension off, the gears in this ragged piece of equipment slipped, tearing open Our Poor Fuzz's hand!
At this point, The (now) Safety Minded Fuzz would like to point out that gloves would be a good idea for anyone involved in a similar project.

With this tree still hung up like this, The Fuzz felt that leaving it in this condition could be dangerous.  So His Sweetie wrapped up his mangled paw, and he went back to work.
By moving this rig to various anchor points, and finally even using that poor little Accord, they managed to finally get the tree unhung from where it was - And into another tree!

In the end The Fuzz was forced to cut this 2nd tree as well.
This resulted in both trees now blocking the driveway.
Well, at least they were on the ground.
Now it was time to have a look at the hand.
The squeamish may want to skip this part.

Magnetic Therapy

Ever since Our Fuzz's trip down the stairs, he has been having a bit of trouble with his shoulder and arm.  Things are getting so he can do pretty much what he wants to these days.  But there is still some discomfort in the old joints.

So when His Sweetie found these hematite beads* over at Sandy's, He decided to give it a shot.  It must be confessed that The Fuzz is  skeptical type.  But these things do seem to help a bit.  It may just be his imagination, but don't be surprised if you run into the old guy and he is wearing them.


*At one time- "Medical textbooks ... included magnetism as a therapeutic alternative for treating insomnia, migraine, fatigue, arthritis, and pain."

A Bit Better

Well, The Fuzz is doing a bit better these days.  He has been to the chiropractor a couple of times.  This morning he actually managed to split a couple pieces of wood.  But don't worry, he's being careful not to overdo things.

Here's a pix of the yard.  Most of  the leaves have fallen already.  They seemed unusually colorful this year.

Rain, Finally

Well, we are getting a bit of rain at last.

It is that time of year. It normally starts to rain around the time for the fair, which starts this week. But it has been pretty dry around here lately. The Fuzz had plans to work on his Work Shed Project, but that appears to have been rained out.
The Pooches are not real fond of the rain, as can be seen. They are huddled up out here on the porch. Wet dogies aren't real welcome in the trailer.
But it's not certain that The Old Fuzz would have gotten much done anyway. With the threat of bigtime rain, he had been out gathering some dry kindling just in case we would want some heat. He seems to have made a wrong move out there. We hope his back will be better soon.

At The Tooth Dentist

Yes, it was an exciting day at the Tooth Dentist for The Fuzz. Here is an artist's rendition of him, bleeding in the dentist chair. It must be said that the artist was not actually present in the treatment room, so this rendition is somewhat a product of the imagination in the waiting room. But be assured, The Fuzz was not enjoying himself.
The tooth in question was successfully surgically removed, or as they say, "extracted". This was a rather traumatic experience for The Old Fuzz, but necessary under the circumstances, and he reports that he is feeling much better today.
And check back later for another exciting Kitty Cat Pix.

Music, Literature, Cats and Pain

Well, it was a good thing how all that "Pianoforte" stuff worked out. It is a little known fact that that Macho Garbageman, The Fuzz, is a Jane Austen fan, which may explain the use of that archaic terminology.

But to move on from there, I thought we could start with another Cute Kitten Picture. These three seem to be rather fond of this crate and each other.


But there is more going on around here than cat stuff.








The Uninitiated may wonder what this mysterious apparatus in the hands of this sinister figure is. A close reading of the tee shirt may give a clue. Or perhaps the bit of exposed arm.

The Fuzz and His Sweetie were at it again supporting the local art community even at the cost of some pain to themselves. I suppose there are some who do not appreciate this form of art, perhaps considering it "vulgar". But that's their opinion, and not that of ourselves.

Here is a look of that mysterious device in action. The picture doesn't really give the full effect without the Buzz and the Pain.

The Fuzz's Sweetie is tough, she can take it pretty well. The Fuzz, on the other hand, has a tendency to pass out. I think his wanting to watch may have something to do with this. But there may be more to it, since both his sons have experienced a similar phenomenon.

Be that as it may, keep watching this blog for a look at the final results. And remember, if you start to feel "Light Headed", lay down, raise the feet and maybe have a cold drink.



And as always, you can find The Fuzz's Half Baked Economic ideas at http://fuzzypol.blogspot.com/. This Blog deals with reality.

Nothing Important

Since we're on the subject of Gardening, here's a look at our potential Snow Peas.

They already look tasty.

We did get a bit of rain, so maybe they will make. I hope so, since they are so delicious.

This is not so delicious. It is The Fuzz's Right Foot.


It is all dirty and skint up. He went out in the woods with his wet and dry sandals. There he had to wade around in a creek, hence the mud. The skint up part is a result of not wearing real boots. But The Fuzz is a Tuff Guy and he can take it.

This came about in relation to the recent Encroach of Civilization. This will probably come up in future posts as it progresses. But for now, all I have to show, is a picture of a foot.

And then finally, I saw these two Fuzzy Dandelions.

The Fuzz couldn't resist having a bit of fun with them.


And so for now, the last day of Apelila, Bye Bye.

Current Events

We've recently heard of some problems with Chinese exports. The Chinese have vowed to put an end to this. It seems they are going for some sort of a "Final Solution" here. They are taking this seriously, and I'm sure this won't happen again. You gotta admit, "they don't play".

In other news, The Fuzz is still down in his back. He worked Monday and Tuesday, but that was too much, and it was all he could do to get out of the bed the next morning. So, it was more time off work ! He is hoping to give it another shot on Monday.
It's funny how a day off work sounds so good until it's a result of pain.

Art & Pain

It has been perviously noted that The Fuzz is down in his back. This of course means that he spends a lot of time on his back.The Fuzz's Sweetie likes to sketch what ever will hold still long enough. In his condition, The Fuzz falls into this category. Here he is using this opportunity to catch up on some reading. The Fuzz should be back on his feet soon, if he doesn't overdo things in the meantime.

Hurtin' Fellow

This is The Fuzz. He has a problem. This is not the first time he has had this problem. He did not go to work today. But the world went on without him.
Yesterday he had the same problem, but he did go to work. This is called Dedication. This is called Heroical Stuff. It might also be called a little dumb, since The Fuzz has plenty of Sick Days. But today he stayed home. He also went to the Chiropractor. The Chiropractor let him stay home a couple days. A day off of work is always nice, but it is better when he is not hurting.
I am happy to report that The Fuzz is feeling a bit better. In fact, he hopes to be as good as new (for a not so new guy) in a few days.
There is some good to come from all this. The Fuzz gets to spend some time with His Sweetie. That's always a good thing.

For Your Boo-boos

I get a few catalogues in the mail. If you ever buy anything from them, they'll come forever. Even if they threaten to cut off your catalogue conection, don't believe it, it's just an empty threat. One of them often offers fake Tattoo "sleeves". In the picture, there is a tough looking guy with tattoos all over his arm. A poser !
Well these things aren't for posers, you'll have to bleed for these. I wonder if they're good for Roadburn.

Roofing

Just came home from a family roofing event. I am also a little bit tired and sore. So.... I'll go into more detail on this next time. But as can be seen, this was a necessary job. When things like this come up, it's good to get all the help one can get, so our son set up a Shingle Shindig, complete with food and beer. Maybe it's not good to drink beer on a roof, but no one fell off, so maybe it's OK after all. We all worked hard, except the dog, and there's another job well done.

Getting the Point

For any one who has not had the pleasure, this is that infamous Brier Patch, the sort of place where that Rabbit of Renown made good his escape. This is the source of those delicious Blackberries that stain the fingers and faces of those Happy Summer Young'uns. But, note the

deadly spikes that defend these treats. These are the sort of things that draw blood from the unwary. See the seemingly insignificant yet vicious curve to the thorns. This diabolical feature is what makes them dig deeper the harder you struggle. And you struggle in pain.
Our son once flipped off his bike into one of these. His first reaction was relief at his seemingly soft landing. Then he tried to move. By the time he returned home to his momma, he was a bloody mess.
I hate to find myself in the middle of a brier patch.