This weekend had to do with brush clearing and fire prevention. We're
required to cut the weeds 10 feet back from the road and every year around
this time the valley echoes with the sound of line trimmers and brush
chippers. Some take it more seriously than others though this year I haven't
seen the "vigilante weed posse" . Last year the hysteria was at a fever
pitch and we had people forming fire committees with members roaming the
area, trespassing on property so they could cut back what they considered
dangerous over-growth. Tempers flared and one person became so aggravated
that he put his house up for sale.
I'm tempted but for now, I won't go off on a tree hugging rant. Catherine
has a much harder time accepting these over zealous bush whackers. For me, I
try to compromise and meet the minimum requirements as stated by the forest
service. So, I spent the weekend roaming the property with my new $400 line
trimmer, cutting back the most offensive and obvious growth. We do live in a
dangerous fire area and there's no point in tempting fate. Twenty acres
usually gives me at least a few weeks of work.
Monday - June 23, 2003
Spent the entire day fighting a migraine and nursing sore muscles. Time
for bed.
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Randy
I've been using my Palm PDA to take snap shots of the people
who walk into my office. This is Randy the Music Major. Like
myself, he's a lead worker and has the office next door. After college
he joined the Peace Corp and spent two years in Nicaragua. I really
admire him for that.
