My, how our desires change as we get older. If you’d asked me 20 years ago what I’d want for my 54th birthday, I’m pretty sure a chainsaw wouldn’t have been on the short list.
But that’s what I bought myself today: a 20-inch Stihl chainsaw, protective chaps, protective helmet with face guard, and a Stihl weed-whacker with a blade attachment that will bring down the briar patches I’ve hated since we moved in. I’m ridiculously happy to own these shiny new tools. (So is Chareva, and it’s not even her birthday.)
Now I’m off to play a birthday round of disc golf. I wish Jimmy and Christine Moore were still here to make it a competition, but it’ll be fun anyway.
One more year, and I’m a senior citizen.