Tree Trimmers And Wasps

Yesterday…

Our electric co-op has a guy out here clearing a path under the lines. He’s almost done and then, probably after Thanksgiving, the poles and lines will be replaced. It’s difficult to tell from the photo, but it’s 100+ yards from that pole to the fence at the road. He’s done a lot of work and is going to get that small clump of trees just left of the pole as well as a couple of Bois D’Arc trees on the right.

Today…

The guys are through and just left. It’s not quite 3 pm and I’ve been outside killing wasps with my wasp zapper. Brad picked up a couple of them and took one down to his shop. I keep the other one in the garage outside the back door.

It holds two D-cell batteries. Just hold down the button on the side of the handle and swat a wasp! ZAP!

A two-fer! I closed the garage overhead doors and both side doors and finally got the last two wasps when they landed on the overhead door window.

Hold the button down and fry those things! Smells like burning hair, but I hate the smell of wasp spray, gives me a headache, and I stopped counting after I had killed three dozen of these things as well as almost another dozen yellow jackets. Hate those things.

Still can’t use the oven on our new range because of the awful odor. Brad is waiting to hear back from Wirlpool about the problem. It’s been almost a week. While I was at the chiropractor this morning Brad turned the broiler on again and it smelled as bad as the first time we did it. The house has been open all day and the odor is gone, but I would like to be able to bake something. Anything! Sigh.

Brad has gone down to the pistol range behind his shop and is enjoying some time with the metal target. I’m catching up on Bongino, missed yesterday and this morning, too.

Time to get back to my knitting, when I’m not reading a Sci Fi novel by someone who graduated from my HS a year ahead of me. She and her husband wrote a series and this is the first. I’ve read them all a couple of times before.

Published by thenerdyyarnlady

I am a Native Texan, Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great-Grandmother, Catholic Convert residing in rural North East Texas since 1975 when I married my husband and this small town girl became a country girl. I was taught to knit at the age of ten and discovered the writings of Elizabeth Zimmerman shortly after I married. I learned to ‘unvent’ things as I went along, to create my own patterns and generally have a blast with yarn and needles. In the mid 1980’s I explored the idea of spinning my own yarn and eventually got interested in weaving on a floor loom. I have three spinning wheels and a 24″ four-shaft Herald floor loom that I purchased from a friend in the 1990’s. I also enjoy sewing, tatting and making rosaries. I have a work room that contains my fiber, yarn, floor loom, sewing machines, serger and rosary making supplies. I have a spinning corner in a bedroom next to my work room, both with north windows looking toward the creek.

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