Today I wielded a chainsaw. Okay – maybe not quite as mighty as the one in the photo – a mini chainsaw if you will – but still, it was a power tool and I felled a stand of alder that was going to block the sun from our newly planted raspberries.
And now I am going to have to admit to something. Embarrassing as it is to say – I liked it. I mean, talk about getting through a grove of trees in a hurry! Bzzzzzzz – death to you! Hah!
Oh god – it’s getting to me, isn’t it. Next thing you know, I’ll be grabbing the big chainsaw and then I’ll wrestle the wood chipper away from Simon and before you know it I’ll be on the attack with a nail gun!
But still, it’s a lot more fun than working the vacuum cleaner, which I also did today and which was, in a word, boring.
At any rate, it was a domestic day. And I got the entire introduction to the hiking book written and enjoyed it immensely. I love writing about hiking. Really! I know that shouldn’t come as a surprise to me. I love hiking. I love writing. Oh! Imagine that! I like writing about hiking! Duhhhh!
Last night I was up late because I couldn’t put down Anita Shreve’s new book” The Stars Are Fire. I want to write like her! Oh my goodness, she’s good.
But I won’t. I write like me. And maybe that’s a good thing.
Sometimes I don’t know if being me is a good thing. However, I don’t know how to be anything or anyone else. So – I will be me with all the mess that I am and I will write like I write and no one else.
And let the chips fall where they may – even if on some days those are only wood chips.