fell

sitting at the kitchen table with my father and seven year old nephew we began to discuss the eminent downfall of a tree that I had planted when I was in high school a bit too close to the desk in the backyard of our home. the 25-30 foot cedar shed its prickly leaves all over the deck creating an unwanted aesthetic and cleaning hassle. it's got to come down before it grows any bigger. let's take it down after lunch. sounds good to me. so the three of us fell a tree. my nephew takes all the credit. my right hand is stiff and in pain but there was some unknown satisfaction in a hard afternoons work. the tree became mulch so the cycle continues. my nephew got to use the saw so he was content. my dad doesn't have to worry about mom complaining no more so he was pleased. i planted a tree for my tomorrow during a time when i worried way too much about the future so tomorrow came without any worries.

my brief trip home was great and I should do it more often. if only I didn't have to fly southwest. those fuckers need to learn how to land a plane. like they've never done it before I tell you.