Yesterday I spent pretty much all day in the drizzle cutting hedge.  And by hedge, I mean hedge row, which is much different than bushes.  Hedge row is mainly made up of Osage Orange, which a really hard wood.  And it can be pretty thorny, like almost impossible to touch thorny.  The is a saying about an Indian would trade two horses for a hedge bow.  Shows how much they valued that.  Anyway, it is really hard, like sparks fly sometimes when you cut it.

This project really started Monday when I drove out to Tonganoxie Kansas, which is an hour Northwest, to deliver a table to Vincent’s mom’s which I’ve had for the past couple years.  The table is giant and is 100 inches long, which barely fit in the van with both rows of seats.  Vincent’s mom is from Holland and, of course we had to stay and have lunch.

Then we went to Lawrence I and borrowed my team leader’s, Matt, dump trailer.  It is awesome and holds a ton.  Plus it hydraulically dumps, which is key.

Then to cutting.  I left my good Stihl MS200t chainsaw in Ames a couple weeks ago, so borrowed Matt’s, self admitted, junky Echo saw.  And it is junky.  Buying a chainsaw, if you’re going to use it for a lifetime, then buy a good one, like a Stihl.  Home fix-it store saws don’t stack up.  I actually have all the parts to assembly another Stihl arborist’s saw, I just haven’t put them together.  I’m not sure if it is going to take an hour or a day, so I’ve sort of avoided the project.

Anyway, the hedges were an effort.  Lots of vines growing between them, which made it cumbersome to remove.  And then the thorns, ouch.  I had to partially mulch the trees in the trailer to get them all in.  And they aren’t all in.  I ran out of light, having cut for over 6 hours.

I probably only cut for 5 hours, since I spent an hour screwing with the Echo saw and then the downtime waiting for Trudi as she borrowed Bill’s Makita chainsaw.  I had never heard much about Makita saws, but Bills seems pretty good.

I was wearing work boots, with steel toes all day and my Achilles tendon had been aching since the cross race on Sunday.   Since I haven’t planted my right foot onto the ground at 20 mph, it probably shocked my whole leg.  At least my tendon and knee a bit.    The work boots weren’t optimal for this issue.  It isn’t like my tendon hurts, it feels more like my sock is bunched up and rubbing on it, even when I am barefoot.  And not all the time, just every once in a while.  Pretty weird symptoms.

I talked to Stacie and she seems stumped.  I’ve been icing it, ibuprofen and Flector patches.  This small things scare me nowadays.  I guess it is better to be cautious than not.

We’ve been riding on Mondays and Wednesdays at dark, on the rail trail, which is primitive, with lights.  It is pretty dead flat, but is actually turning out to be a pretty good workout.  Riding at night, on a tree lined trail, seems so fast.  As soon as we are going over 20, it seems like 30.  Plus it has been pretty windy each time we’ve ventured out.  The trees provide protection, but it is still hard.  Guess this is my cyclocross training for the week.

The wind is blowing right now already.  I got a text from Vincent and he said that it is the windiest that he has ever felt in Arvada this morning.  Like he can’t stand up in it.  Street lights down, trucks overturned in Golden, the whole deal.  I have to admit, the wind on the front range  near Denver is out of control sometimes.

Anyway, I’m back to tree and bush removal this morning.  It is chilly, in the 40’s, plus the wind.  Not the best day for it, but I don’t get to pick that.  I have a couple more days of this scheduled, so I’m going to say it is cross training for cross.

 

I was thinking about replacing the brake vacuum pump on my van last week and was thinking about how difficult it would be for the average guy.  I was talking to Catherine about it and, admittedly, she said that there is no way that she could do it.

I proposed a scenario where she was locked in a room, prison-like, with only the automobile tools, van and the new pump. She couldn’t leave until the pump was installed and van running.  She said it would be a life sentence, and I somewhat agreed.

There were a couple tricky automobile situations with the pump that would have stumped her. Releasing the serpentine belt would have been difficult.  Then, the two lower bolts had been rounded by some other mechanic and it was super lucky, and really difficult, getting them off without disassembling the whole front end of the van and cutting them off.

I’m not sure if it would have taken her years to do the job, but it would have been weeks for sure.

And here’s the deal.  Catherine is really smart.  She is an attorney and a critical thinker.  But she has nothing in her head about repairing automobiles.  Or mechanical situations in general.  She wasn’t raised in an environment, or had the exposure, to any knowledge of how things work, thus, she doesn’t do things like this.  It doesn’t mean she can’t, but it means that it is super difficult, nearly impossible for her.

We each have our brake vacuum pump issues.  For most of us, law would be too much.  Or sewing.  If someone locked us in a room and said we would have to construct a perfect expedition jacket, it would probably take us weeks, months or years to carry out.

What we have to realize as a society, that our society has many people who are missing certain abilities to participate as we think they should.  Things as simple as not getting pregnant at 13 or being able to fill out a simple form or keeping a roof over their head, is beyond their abilities.

We should, and are, trying to keep everyone up to speed at the basics, but we really need to understand that the basics are beyond what some people have the ability to do.

We shouldn’t belittle these people or cast them out.  We need to understand and accept them. They might be lost doing simple things, but they might be the ones that can change the brake pumps that we all have.  We need to embrace them, feel and act on our responsibility for them, and give them all the help they deserve.

I heard a podcast that did a study of silver and bronze medalists at the 1992 Olympics games.  It said that the bronze medalists were much happier than the silver medalists, which sort of seemed strange, but not really.

It said the rationale was that the silver medalists were comparing themselves to the gold medal winners and were doing  what-ifs.  The bronze medalists, on the last step of the podium, were just happy to not be in the huge group of no medal winners, so they were much happier.

I think looking at life that way is good for all of us.  Perceive you situation as you’re the bronze medalist in life.  As I’ve said here before, we all have already won the life lottery.  If you’re reading this right now, you have more and are in a better life situation, than 80% of the planet’s population.

So, even if you consider yourself poor and struggling here, you need to realize that you really are already at least the bronze medalist and maybe even the silver medalist, at life.  And all the people, the billions that aren’t on the podium with you, have it much worse.

I heard someone say that being grateful is a huge part of being healthy and happy.  I had never thought of it, but it is so true.

We all have tons of things to be grateful about.  And once we are grateful, it allows us to put ourselves into others shoes, which will lead to empathy and compassion.  We should make it a point to acknowledge that, on a daily basis.  It will make us much more grounded, and happy souls.

Have a great Thanksgiving!