Village Tidbits

The last time we were in the village, Roma spent a fair amount of time cutting up firewood. He really enjoys going to the village and helping out. There is no task too big or too small or even too unpleasant-- he does it all. I on the other hand, tend to be less helpful around the farm. Not by choice, mind you. I am not against big, small or even unpleasant tasks; however, grandma doth protest too much the moment I so much as lift a bucket of water. The only thing I'm really allowed to do is clear the table after a meal and even then, it's like a race with grandma to see who can clear things first.

As I have a lot of time on my hands in the village, I tend to shadow Roma and cheer him on in his endeavors. This last time, while he was cutting up logs, I was sitting on one, breathing in sawdust and occasionally supplying him with cold water. As you can see, he's a man hard at work:



It was as he was hard at work that I got a good look at the chainsaw he was using. Now, I don't know about you, but I don't think I would have bought that same brand of chainsaw. If you ask me, it's a bit...taunting


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After he finished cutting up firewood, Roma then grabbed a tool and went out back to cut the grass along the property line. I scurried off to help him and the following conversation took place:

Me (grabbing his tool): Honey, here, let me hold that for you.

Roma: OK.

Me (chipper): What are we doing now?

Roma: I want to cut the grass by the road.

Me (elated): Yay! I can help with that because your grandma won't see me. Heehee.

Roma (startled): Honey! What are you doing?! Give me that! What's wrong with you? Don't you know the right way to hold these tools! Like this, like this... so it's not dangerous...

Me (indignant): Well, excuuuuuuuse me, but I didn't grow up using a sickle.