Happy Half-Birthday to Me

Today is my half-birthday, so Richard Bonomo made chocolate malts to top off the delicious barbecue that Luxuli made for us for dinner after yet another day of yard work. Last night Rich and Kathbert did finally succeed in pulling the tree stump out of the ground using the contraption that looks like a torture device, and Rich hollered, "Nerds win!" Today he tried to burn down another stump, but it just smoldered for awhile and then went out. He also nearly killed himself with the torture contraption while pulling a hackberry stump out of the row of honeysuckle trees by the driveway. It went down like this, per the eyewitness (Kathbert): the root snapped, the whole contraption lurched back and knocked Rich on his behind, and then the lever arm flew back too far and came out of its slot. It flew right toward Rich, but fortunately he rolled out of the way in time. It made a terrific clatter, so I came running to see what had happened, but all I saw was the contraption in several pieces.

OK, now here is Rich's version: he was using the engine hoist to try to pull up a weed root that was fairly fresh, just the way he had done several times before, but at one point the weed snapped, and the weed and connecting chain went flying up, and the long arm tilted up violently, in the process dropping the piston on the ground. It became disconnected from the vertical post and continued to rotate up and back and went over the back side of the lift, narrowly missing him. Then he in turn fell over backwards and to the left. Kathbert reminded him that he then rolled to the right, thereby sparing himself major injury and possibly death.

In the meantime, I continue to accumulate Spousal Credit Units through no fault of my own. Rich hears Kathbert hollering even across busy streets but he doesn't hear me yelling his name from twenty feet away, so they both agreed he had notch hearing loss in the range of my voice because I must be the #1Wife. Also, while Kathbert hears what he says, I hear what he means when he speaks in Bonoman. But we think we have figured out why Tiffy thinks Rich has so many wives, and why she wants to go to Salt Lake City for her birthday: she must be a closet Mormon sympathizer! We can say this safely because she is unlikely to read this blog post. 

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