The Old Missle Silo
Yesterday I cut down that dead hemlock tree by my driveway. I wasn't really into it, I just did it because I was feeling antsy. It had two trunks growing off the main trunk and I felled the one to the east and the other to the west. Then I came in and read some from The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, a first time novel from David Wroblewski. It came in the mail the other day from Mr. BC. It's a good one. It's got plenty of dogs and a mute boy living the life in rural Wisconsin. Later in the day I sawed off the limbs and cut the trunks into manageable sections and sawed the main stump down pretty level to the ground, and left it all lying out there.
This morning one of the twins showed up about 8 a.m. to start the mowing (one of them just drove his mower down the driveway. He's wearing a bright, multi- colored mini umbrella on his head. I won't tell you which twin it was because you couldn't tell them apart anyway.) But this morning I had to rouse myself from the loving arms of Bernadette and get those limbs off the yard. Baby, I gots to wrangle those limbs. Reading this she is thinking that's not exactly what you said. But she didn't hear me right anyway, we later ascertained that, so I'm sticking to my version. How's the nuclear missle silo? she asked me over coffee after I had finished up the tree removal. I'm sorry, what? I grunted. When you got out of bed this morning didn't you say the nuclear missle silo had fallen down? I said, I most certainly did not (and just left it at that.)
The one twin, who was up way too early on a Sunday because he's moved back home, drove up on the mower and we chatted while I sat in the utility vehicle piled high with limbs. He said, well, I left the old lady for good. You did? Yeah, I had to. Actually she kicked me out, but when she saw me start to pack up my shit she just stood there with her mouth open. Took me an hour and a half to get it all together but I was gone, back with the parents now. I said well I guess it wasn't going to good for you guys? He said naw, and, oh she called me yesterday saying don't you want to see your baby? but I just said not at all, not right now, this isn't a good time for me.
I kind of ran out of things to say after that, making the excuse that I had just woken up but really I was just feeling bad for everybody too early in the morning. The last time I talked to him they had just finished fighting and scratching and screaming in the front yard while the neighbors watched.
I had some homemade bread with my coffee. I didn't know what to put on the bread because there were only 14 jams and jellies to choose from. One day last week I said Bernadette, don't you think we may have to make room in this fridge for something other than locally made jams and jellies? She wasn't feeling that though and it's not so bad really, and besides, who wants to spread a lonely jam on their morning toast?
Bernadette said she was going to do some weeding up the hill there in what appears to be about a half acre of formal English garden. It has been very helpful having her out these last couple of weeks, weeding and dead heading roses (what? Oh, 250 rose bushes) because without her I would probably just look those ne'rdowells right in their weedy eyes and cry out--all you weeds and wilting rose blooms can kiss my ass.
I loaded up a bunch of stinky garbage and headed to the dump. I stopped and picked up cat food at the Quickie Mart on the way. I picked up a bag of Alley Cat brand but then changed my mind and went for the Meow Mix. I think they were shooting a campaign commercial in there but I'm not sure. A bunch of old farmer men are congregated over by the coffee machine talking seriously early in the morning, as coffee will sometimes make you do. One of them says, I'm not saying I have the answers but something is wrong in this country and its got to change. I didn't hear anyone say cut, and, print, so maybe there was more to it than that.
At the dump, Linda from the diner waved to me on her way out and spying her windshield I wanted to call out to her--you better get your new county tag, that old faded yellow one is going to get you in trouble.
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