My little saw

I couldn’t find the saw I use on branches and maybe that should worry me, but I think I put it “someplace safe”.  So I pulled this little saw I have from behind the sofa; yes, not a typo, it was behind the sofa out here on the porch . . . maybe because we have the Christmas tree out here? Or maybe because I came in the back door and didn’t want to drag it through the house.

Hmmmmm. I’m thinking now. I’m thinking: Could my branch saw be behind a piece of furniture? What was the last thing I sawed with it? Maybe it wasn’t a branch . . . maybe it was a replacement Scrabble letter. No kidding; my granddaughter lost a “u” last year. We found it a couple of months ago, but by now I like the “funky” replacement better.

But never mind all this  – I sawed the shrub branches with my little saw. And now the muscle in my right arm is a tender. I have let the shrubs grow and grow because I liked the wilderness feel, but now they are too big. really too big. I got that idea last year and climbed up in them . . . Climbed up in them?`you ask incredulously. Yes, I said they were really too big. Anyway, I thinned them out, but apparently not enough so today, I attacked again.

This may take some reconstructive surgery.