Day 8 in the Country

It is hot and humid, and G and I are discussing the air conditioners, and which windows to install them. His preference in the master bedroom is a window blocked by a large thorny bush. Because of the thorns, G hates the bush, and dreads installing the air conditioner. However, the other window is over a slope, and is difficult to reach, at best. I mention how a chain and a truck could probably rip that bush out in minutes. I see a light turn on in his eyes. Five minutes later, he has a chain wrapped around the bush and attached to the tow hook of the truck. He is excited. He hops in the truck, backs up some, and then goes forward, swiftly giving the bush a yank. It lifts some, but does not quite leave the ground. He backs up and then gives it another swift yank. It nearly frees from the ground. He stops and backs up again. “You can probably just go now - it’s pretty much free but it’ll come out with just a little tug.” I say. “Oh, I know,” he says with a grin, “but I want to see it fly.” He gives it another swift yank, and it leaps from the ground behind the truck. G keeps going, across the drive, into the side yard, behind the pole barn to the fire pit. He stops the truck there, releases the chain. He is still grinning.

Good fun.