Tuesday, October 6, 2009

You WHAT?!!

We now continue our saga of the east gable end....    in which we find our hero, perched atop a board one story off the ground, fitting a wee log into place. 

The Husband is very capable and level-headed.  He does not usually take unwarranted risks.  He is quite good at building things and handling tools and machines.  (Heck, he's even considering building a log house!   Nah, it'll never happen.)    Except for this craziness last winter, I'm usually not up for a nasty surprise when I visit The Lake and witness the miracle of logs. 

So, you can imagine my discomfiture when I was a journalistic party to this scene on Friday:

"Too tight!   Johnny, where's the chainsaw?"

"And the angle's a little wrong, too...."

"Eeeeeeeeeek!!"  (That was me.)   Oh, I'm sorry, did you need some perspective on this scene to be as horrified as I was?

Shaving a log with a chainsaw 14 feet IN THE AIR.    *Thump*    (That was me.  Knocking my head on a stump as I fainted.)


Cedar ... said...

OMG! Did you REALLY faint? I think I'd have been as agast as you were. Scary stuff.

Mary Anne Gruen said...

I don't blame you at all. My husband isn't as handy as yours, but he still comes up with some wild ideas.

Anne said...

No, I didn't really faint, but I did get that throbbing vein in my forehead and swallow hard a couple of times! It's best if I don't *actually* observe them working on the house, I've decided. Kind of like sausage. (you don't want to know how it's made!)

a Tonggu Momma said...

Bob? Did you WANT to give your lovely wife a heart attack?!!?!!! No apple pie for you!