I woke up late today and rode my bike eight miles to my grandparent’s house. It was the perfect autumn day. I was wearing a flannel shirt and I was cold, but in a good way.
At one point I was riding and a little girl on the other side of the road yelled “Garage Sale!” so I stopped. They didn’t have anything good for sale, but I bought a little plastic crocodile for a quarter.
My uncle talked my grandpa into buying a $1500 log splitter that he doesn’t really need. My dad had taken the truck to help them pick it up, and when I arrived they were trying to figure out how to get the one ton phallic symbol off the truck without killing themselves. They had some cheap ramps that they were borrowing from the store.
The idea was to pull the truck off the road into the little sylvan alcove where my grandpa has his wood pile, because there is a bit of a hill there, which would lessen the incline from the back of the truck to the ground. My job was to push the machine gently off the truck, while my dad and uncle guided it down the ramps and held some ropes that were supposedly going to keep it from rolling too fast.
The ramps collapsed as soon as the wheels of the log splitter touched them, and the machine fell onto the ground. The bar that juts off the end of the machine was an inch away from my face, and had my chin been underneath it, rather to the side of it, I would be in the hospital right now, with a smashed jaw and no teeth, and permanently disfigured if even still alive. My uncle and father are lucky to still have their hands and feet.
The unneeded piece of equipment cost fifteen hundred dollars, and for seventy more, they could have had it delivered. Or they could have rented a real truck with a lift for $20/hour.
Afterward my father got stuck in the dirt while trying to back out of the wood chopping area and ended up smashing the truck door against the side of a log. Now there is a huge dent on the side of my truck.
But a truck door is a minor thing.
I left the toy alligator with some of my baby cousins’ other toys at my grandparent’s house.
Today was a wonderful day, because I with my fragile life am alive and healthy, and no freak accidents occurred. The sky on the ride home was stunning, as the sun was setting it lit up the most beautiful wispy clouds that were spread over the blue of the sky.
My dog and I finished the day with a cold nighttime walk. There are more stars out tonight that usual. The sky is incredibly clear. I love that about the cold weather.