Back in the swing of things!

First my thought was to title this post with the exclamation, "I'm a swinger..." but that would've been in jest, possibly at the expense of people whose sexual mores run contrary to conventional custom, even if my intent was to poke ironic fun at myself. There's already too much judgement of people in this world, and I'll try to not add to it. If you yourself are a judgemental person, well, sorry for judging who you are.

Oof, wow, starting with a tangent seems a specialty of mine, not that I'm judging myself! Where was I? Ah, yes, yesterday, as usual, I wanted to be active, but I was also more than due to grant my legs a break from lots of movement. Maybe I would even let them try a little recovery time, so for an activity focused less on covering a lot of ground, I headed out to clear deadfall trees from nearby trails I'd seen since the big blow that blocked my seldom-driven driveway. 

I headed out with a small hand saw, and, drumroll, wait for it, AN AX! It has been over a year since my left arm swung one of those over my head, but I was optimistic that it would feel ok, and if not, I could still clear a lot by strategic cutting with the saw (found, of course, with the handy belt scabbard alongside Route 116 heading up to Conway). I was insufficiently optimistic! Swinging an ax felt completely normal, and even better, my arms still feel quite happy with yesterday's experiment today. Even better still, the same is true of all ten of my toes!

Inherited ax and roadside found PPE

My toes were hiding behind steel toes