I killed another mini chainsaw. I had gotten one that only lasted me one battery charge so I sent it back to Amazon and received a replacement. That one is now dead, but I’m just going to replace the little motor. It won’t be subject to intense cutting from now on, so it should last.

Meanwhile, the 14” electric chainsaw I used for the trunks is still going strong. I did get the chain changed and properly seated after putting it on with the teeth in the wrong direction. There was a lot of deadwood among the three lilacs. The heartwood in several pieces was totally gone. A couple of sections were like giant drinking straws, hollow all the way up.

Most of the wood is at the street awaiting next week’s pick-up, and I’ll haul the rest down later today. I could have kept some sections for firewood. They would have gone to the bottom of the pile to sit and dry for a few years. But since I still have most of a maple in the back, there’s no need for additional wood.

When I moved in 18 years ago, there were sections of what was left of a huge maple stacked behind the garage. I’ve either burned or shared about half of that wood. Some of it still needs to be split. I’ve cut back on fires for two reasons – global warming, and worse, I can’t drink.

Sitting around the fire in my back yard was when I’d drink alcohol – a bottle or two of some flavor of Mike’s Hard Lemonade or what I would call a rum slushy – rum and Bacardi mixers served in a mason jar and stored in the freezer in jars since I’d only sip on one before letting the fire die out after a couple of hours and toddling off to bed.

I’m not the sort to mix medications and alcohol and it seems that after every doctor visit, I get a new prescription for something going wrong. So no alcohol. So it’s the mixers and fizzy water until the last ones are gone from the freezer. Not the same, but I don’t have to worry that I won’t wake up. Besides, I’ve never been that much of a drinker.

I used to have some firm rules about my drinking – I didn’t participate in buying rounds, I had a 3 drink maximum depending on how long I was staying and if I wasn’t the driver. I’d only bring enough money for my own drinks including three cokes if I was going to drive myself home. I didn’t allow anyone to buy me a drink.

I personally have never been arrested for drunk driving. I admit I did once drive home drunk in a snowstorm. It was terrifying and I never did that again. There was no traffic and a couple of times I was going sideways. That memory is still so firmly in my mind, I haven’t forgotten the feeling in 30 years.

My son and my ex-husband have both been arrested and have even served jail time for drunk driving multiple times. My son rear-ended an off-duty cop. My ex took out a phone pole. My ex was even pulled over a few weeks after one stop for driving without his license after it was pulled for too many stops. It was the same officer who had had his license pulled for a prior offense and he had no idea.

So a word of advice – never drink and drive.