While D2 slept most of Monday away on the couch in a drug-induced coma, MHS and I helped my dad and Daisy take care of fallen tree courtesy of my old friend Tropical Storm Fay. (Man, I just can’t lose that chick.) While MHS used the chainsaw to cut the tree into manageable pieces, Daisy, Dad and I hauled them to the burn pile or the wood pile according to my father’s instructions. We worked hard for about four hours and felt pretty good about ourselves and all we accomplished. I’m pretty sure that the workout came close to if not exceeded the IRON BODIES class that I just can’t seem to get back to.
I don’t really have much more to say as I’m feeling a bit puny myself right now. Instead I will share with you the reason why I enjoy our time at the lake soooooo much.