Looking Over My Shoulder

[poliphilo]

My son is coming to live with us.

Or at least park his gear with us while he does his living elsewhere.

So we're clearing a room for him.

This involves me in sawing up furniture and burning papers.

Which is uncomfortably close to what domestic murderers do.

And it's not as if I had half an acre to work in.

All this mayhem is going on in a tiny back yard and I'm in constant fear- what with the air and noise pollution I'm causing- that someone is going to pop their head over the back gate and go, "Hey, you!"

Comments

[karenkay.livejournal.com]

Oh. We have recycling picked up once/week, on the same day as the trash. I guess I'm spoiled.

I understand the utility of flames for things like poems.

You *could* shred them and use the shred for mulch...

I really am rather horrified that you burned something outside, let alone during the middle of the summer. This is a total kneejerk reaction, probably based on some environmental concern (the headline read "Tony Grist increases greenhouse gases!") coupled with the fact that we are in the middle of a severe drought. (We had rain last week for the first time in something like 10 weeks.) I haven't lived anywhere that allowed burning outside in... well, too long ago to count.

Now that I've written this, it sounds like science fiction. But it isn't.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Bonfires are part of the English way of life.

When I was a kid my dad and I used to have great bonfires down the end of the garden. It was one of the few things we both enjoyed.

Just call me Pyro....

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

I've been enjoying thinking about your sawing up furniture this week.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Working with the power saw makes me nervous. I'll be glad when the job is finished