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| Saturday, September 30, 2006 |
| I, uhh, walked into a door... |
Ata's face hurts.
Ata's face hurts because Ata learns slowly.
Ata bought a pair of ratcheting loppers for trimming branches.
Ata decided to remove the small tree beside the tap.
Ata used the loppers to trim off all the little branches before cutting the tree down.
Ata used the loppers to cut a branch a little thicker than they were made to handle. It was also a little too high to reach easily.
Ata struggled and struggled to push the lopper handles - which were at face height - closed.
Ata clocked herself in the jaw when the branch gave way.
That was face-hurt one.
Ata also decided to cut back the branches that overhang the back fence.
Ata slid the lopper-handles out (they're telescopic!) to their full length to snip off a high branch.
Ata got her cheekbone this time. Hard enough to see stars.
That was face-hurt two.
Fortunately, neither bruise has coloured up. But between those injuries and the neat venipuncture performed by the orange tree whilst Ata was shoveling dirt without paying close attention to tree proximity, Ata feels that yesterday's gardening efforts might be enough for a little while. |
posted by Ata @ 5:45 pm  |
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I have made that mistake with loppers. Only, I usually manage to jar myself in the ribcage rather than the face, which I should imagine is worse. But still... it hurts, and you feel like such a prat afterwards.
I sympathise.
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I feel sorry for you. Really I do. But I just can't stop giggling.
At you too, Sky.
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I have made that mistake with loppers. Only, I usually manage to jar myself in the ribcage rather than the face, which I should imagine is worse. But still... it hurts, and you feel like such a prat afterwards.
I sympathise.