Started off today in a shit mood. It isn't much better, but it's mellowed a bit. Warm, and probably 90% humidity when I left the house. Duty today was laying out anchor bolts on a tiny bridge, which somehow needed 7 beams for it's 16' width and 21' span. Bolts aren't fun anyway, and doing so many in a small space just pissed me off. Back in a creek valley, so again the air just sat there, with the humidity ramped up.
Pull my belt out, and see I lost the gammon reel for my plumb bob on the trail job, so I pull out a different bob with my ghetto handmade reel. First abutment I'm wedged between a concrete backwall that's still cooking, and a wood form up front. Sweat's just dripping, dripping, dripping... Boss sucks at doing the gun, so I'm dealing with him too. Soaked in sweat again, but not as bad as yesterday. Deciding if I'm gonna go in again this week. I'm thinking about boycotting work til the temp's below 90°. Earlier it was "frig this stupid shit!", but I've mellowed out to maybe going in again.
Home now. Sitting in front of the computer, and I hear something that sounds like paper gently unfurling after being crumpled up. I reflect on the cat's interest in the woodstove last night, and think "something's in the stove". Grab my handy tactical flashlight(it's "tactical" cause it's black, and has a bunch of stupid grooves milled(?) into it), and carefully open the door. Bat? Bird? What wonders await me??
It's a ginormous beetle! I don't know what to do about this, so I just closed the door. Maybe I'll try catching it and throwing it outside, but it might pull me into the stove with it.
Still baffled by girdling
just saying. Ya might like it. Ginsu of chainsaws.
