By Hass :: June 30, 2005 @ 07:04 PM
I often wave to our neighbor Dave in the mornings when we're both heading out. I'm prancing about the neighborhood with our infant in the Baby-Bjorn at 6:30, Dave is often loading up his blue chevy TRUCK to go to WORK.
Right now Dave is danglig 75 feet above the ground using his bare teeth to fell a tree. Meanwhile I'm boiling water to make wild mushroom couscous, which when sprinkled with a little ginger will be a delightful accompaniment to our organic soy sausage, of course that will be served with a side of homemade tabouleh (leftovers from the lunch I made for Nicole). Dave could have used his chainsaw to fell the tree, I've seen at least three different ones in his yard, and he does have one tied to his waist as backup in case his arms gets caught on something and he has to saw it off(it's okay though, Dave is tough enough to just grow a new one.)
Morals of this story: 1) Dave could kick my ass. 2) it's time for me to move laundry around.
I suspect that Dave's out there playing with his toys and making his wife think he's real busy so he won't have to take care of the kids :-)
Posted by: Grandma Celeste at July 1, 2005 12:45 PM