
In non-horse news, I managed to slip and bruise the shit out of my chin today at M's house, where I was trying to lift up a piece of the great big (not kidding) ash tree in her side yard.
The ash tree was SUPPOSED to have been taken away by the tree guy but he apparently only wanted the small and manageable pieces. The great big freaking hunks he left for me. Yippee. Like I need more wood. (I'll get it gone, but it isn't like I need it for this winter or next. Also, color me not in a hurry.)
So I was there this morning, before the drywalling, splitting huge freaking pieces of ash into pieces I could lift. The logs are only about a foot "long" as logs are measured, along the trunk. However, they are about four feet wide on the cross section. No kidding. They're fucking huge. So this morning, I was trying to stand one of these on the bark (it was in the way, see) and I got it levered up, kind of, and my back was screaming at me that I was exceeding the design capacity of my spine (bad user!) whereupon suddenly my feet slid out from under me and I fell down and forward rather ungracefully, landing on my fucking chin on the log which had fallen back where it was before I tried to stand it up. And now I have a lovely scrape in dark scab color that is neatly centered on a ground of greenish blue. It's like a little heraldic device. For my fucking chin.
Y'know, I live for moments like this.