Ugh …. I never thought I would have writers block. I hear about others having it…but I was one of those people that thought “that will never happen to me”. So, instead of staring at the screen for another hour I am going to write about what I know and what I know is that I have no business swinging an ax.
I discovered yesterday while helping my husband with his woodsy project that I only serve as entertainment than really helping him. My job was to rake….I can rake, it’s easy,so I thought… but what was holding me up was these pesky vines and thorny branches, it’s just a tangled mess behind our fence…but I was doing my best to help clear the brush.
I kept getting hung up on one pesky vine that was probably an inch and a half thick…..while my husband looked on I asked if I could use the ax. He said sure. The only time I held an ax was when I bought the damn thing for my husband a few months back, but how hard could it be. I’ve seen him use it several times….I’ve seen minutes of the show ax men, you swing and then it breaks.
I grabbed the ax….I looked at the pesky vine that was about to be no more. I raise the ax…..it comes down hard and I hit…… dirt…really?? ok, I try again….I get a better grip….I raise the ax, I focus on my target….I barely nick that damn vine. I turn my head and I see my husband smiling … holding back laughter. I tried one more time, I failed. “I thought it would be easy….I’m just doing what I’ve seen you do” …he took the ax and in 1, 2, 3 ….the vine is cut. “show off”.
I decided to stick to the rake….I know how to operate that, plus I have a feeling that if I continued with the ax, I would have ended up in the emergency room.