Yesterday I got my (new to me) little chain saw out. It is 8 inches, with a retracting pole soyou can saw stuff without having to be near the blade. This is the neatest gadget. It's even electric, and I don't even have to pull the cord.

I wanted to just trim branches, like I did with Bro last year. Boy, did I miss him. My little project got too big for me and wore me out so I only did about a third of what he and I did as a team. (Bro can really get a lot done.) The yard is full of branches now, and the guy next door has an assistant who needs money and will come clean it up for me. I only stopped when I cut the cord and blew a fuse and had to f**k around with that old fuse box, bound to happen. Now there will be a few minutes of fixing the cord when I get the saw out again.

It's little but very heavy with the pole reaching up over my head. My arms and back are very sore, especially the left arm. That surgery in February is about healed up except when I do enormous projects, then I really feel how weak it still is. Use it or lose it.

Tomorrow the Date is moving my old sofa away to Good Will, then moving a new (used) one in for me. It's great: dark red with teak arms. He also has to move my love seat into my computer room and do a lot of associated moving of this and that. Hey, I do not have a truck and I can't lift anything. And the Date is willing --- so, put him to work. All in the name of home decor.

I suppose I will have to cook him up some kind of meal. He does not know my cuisinart history and will be surprised, since I usually only have chips and walnuts around the house. I keep using his labor and not allowing any romance so that better be a yummy meal, for sure.