Fit to Work

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It’s been four full months since the surgery. After years of worsening and weakening decline, today, I know the surgery fixed what was crippling me.
I’m out back, behind the house, down its’ steep slope it sets on, cutting back bramble and vines that are choking out the trees. It’s not dainty work but I haven’t even broken a sweat after climbing and chopping and rolling brush down the hill.
I haven’t been this physically strong in a very long time.
So, I’m feeling pretty grateful and a little bit like I’m a bad ass rocking the dirt, again.
It doesn’t hurt that it’s a gorgeous day here in North Portland.
Tonight, it’s a concert. I was invited to see @2CELLOS
And if you never heard or seen these two Croatian guys on the webs, you should check it out.

I like being out of my head like this.

4 thoughts on “Fit to Work

  1. The house is held up by three, garden variety wooden utility poles. I think they are usually made of pine, but, since it’s Oregon, Douglas Fir is a possibility. Pressure treated wood, in any event. And, the pole in the middle has rotted completely off so that it is suspended about 3 feet above ground with a 10 foot hole underneath. One of the corner poles is splitting. There are train tracks directly below and every time a train comes through, the enitre house shakes. In fact, the house wobbles back and forth whenever someone walks up or down the stairs inside. It’s disconcerting to say the least. None of the doors or windows will open in my room because the frames are so out of square. I’ve been trying to force one open this morning because it gets stifling hot in here. I’m going to have to plane the bottom of the door to make clearance.

    The house on either side is in an almost identical state. Maybe we’ll all topple down the hillside together. I’ve taken to regular prayer, again, just in case.

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  2. Maybe it’s oregon. At least that would be ironic.

    Eeep. I’ve never been a fan of treated pine; it always seems to shatter or rot after about five minutes. The old man refuses to use it for anything.

    I have no idea what the building laws are up there, but jeez, there’s no way they’d let you used treated pine like that down here.

    Can you get it replaced with steel? Or…um…not too familiar with American timber…white oak? I keep wanting to say you should replace it with something like Ironbark or Tassie Oak, but I’m fairly certain you’d have a hard time getting those up there.

    Good luck. And I hope the kitchen stays intact in time to make delicious blackberry jam.

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    1. Nothing short of death can stop a determined woman from exploiting a blackberry ready to meet its fate. As something yummy that belongs in the tummy. I gather, then, you are Australian? One day, I’ll finally make it down there and admire the trees first hand.

      I personally would not have chosen telephone poles as my first pick to serve as the foundation supporting my two story house built on a steep sloping hillside. Apparently, my opinion is not shared because every other house on this hill also uses wooden telephone poles as stilts. It’s kind of common, I think, for people to not always think things through all the way. Wood, all wood, rots.

      Fortunately, I am not financially invested in this home. I’m a grateful guest. Since I’ll be here through summer I expect, I thought I’d stay out of trouble by keeping busy clearing brush and unchoking trees. The house wobbles so strongly that I actually get motion sick on occasion. ;-/

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