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more white pine jihad
Monday, July 5 2021
location: rural Hurley Township, Ulster County, NY
I was sitting at my computer this morning when a cat appeared to my left. I looked down and it was like I'd seen a ghost: it was Celeste, who I was sure had died. Where had she been hiding all of yesterday? Hiding isn't her thing. In any case, it was great that she hadn't taken the opportunity of our trip to the cabin to shuffle off this mortal coil. That would've left me traumatized and give me more to worry about every time I go anywhere.
I had the blahs again today, much like I'd had last Sunday. It made me want to stay in bed watching YouTube videos instead of usefully applying myself. I thought maybe I could shake things up a bit by taking a bath early this afternoon, and that sort of helped. Fortunately, I had the day off from work because the Fourth of July had fallen on a Sunday.
Late this afternoon, I got out my small electric chainsaw with a view to attacking more of the white pines east of the house which are threatening to swallow it. But then I remembered that I had to fix the clothesline, whose distant pulley is supposed to be attached to a screw eye high on one of the large white pines to the east. The cotton rope connecting the pulley to that screw eye had disintegrated after more than eleven years of service. But just getting the ladder in place safely was difficult, as I'd put that screw eye about as high as one can safely go using it. I eventually got the clothesline back up, this time using steel wire to connect the pulley to the screw eye. And then I used the pole chainsaw to cut off the tops of nearby trees and to completely clear the clothesline of pine trees for its entire length. I was then able to put the ladder up against one of the largest of the small white pines (whose top I wanted to cut off) and cut most of the way through its trunk about ten feet from its top, leaving the rest for the wind to do. I also thinned out some of the white pines further to the east on the septic-field mound, where they form dense thickets that nobody could possible walk through.
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