I spent the weekend working and then working at home. I cut wood until my arms shook which only takes about half an hour as the chainsaw gets heavy. So don't think it was some big accomplishment.
(As with anything I write, I hope sarcasm shows through clearly) I love living on an acreage but it is an insane amount of work. My husband is still cutting grass with a ride on lawnmower and its almost dark out. He started about 2 this afternoon. It takes about 9 hours to cut all the grass here. Granted we did get a little behind.
My rant today however is wood ticks. Gross ticks. I would take a picture of one but they really disgust me. And as soon as I see one I flush it long before I would think to take a picture of one. If you have never seen one, just imagine a grape filled with blood. And that blood is yours or your dogs usually. They start out flat and small, about the size of the end of a pen. They dig in with something on their heads and start sucking your blood. After a few days on a dog they look like a grape. People usually find them long before they get that big but still gross. They start out black and end up grayish and disgusting. When the dogs have ticks I can't even touch the dogs.
And because I was cutting wood I had a tick on me. Not dug in yet but crawling up my neck. And my husband had one at supper and dropped his pants at the table for a tick check. Because once you find one then your skin crawls for hours with imaginary ticks. So disgusting. I am assuming they exist because the birds eat them or something but besides that I can't think of anything else they might contribute to the world. I can't think of one time anyone would say "I'm not feeling very well, must be all that excess blood in me. Bring in the ticks."
I have a feeling if ticks were described on the immigration papers all of the politicians problems would go away. Who in their right mind would want to come to a place with ticks?
Just my take on the world. Enjoy your evening.
Don't let the ticks bite.