I had wanted one of my own for quite a while but was not since I was not allowed to use one until in my 40’s. Maybe because I am such a klutz that loved ones were afraid I would cut off fingers or even a leg. Nope. So, when my father’s chainsaw quit working, I took that as a sign that I needed my own. Yes, now, the Pinktank has a gas powered, powerful chainsaw. And I like it! The only thing that would make it better is if it were pink.
So, my wonderful boyfriend and I were out in the middle of the South Georgia heat, at 3pm, sawing through vines, limbs and trees (nothing motivates a man like his girlfriend having a chainsaw). Now it is it is HAWT down there if you have never had the pleasure to visit the area in the summer. So, if working outside you need to make sure you have tools that make whatever you are doing easier. I think I lost weight working outside, lifting the chainsaw up over my haed to cut as high as possible, and sweating like a very non-southern belle.
There is something very liberating about being a girl and handling hard “power tools” like a chainsaw. Doing such things makes me feel empowered as I let out my inner Lucy Lawless (think Xena). It is good to get out of the house and have dirt under your nails, leaves in your hair and sweat on your brow. Not only is it good exercise, but it is fun…once you get past the whole it’s-so hot-you-can-melt part.
And it was helping my parents, who are getting older and do not enjoy working out in the heat anymore (Even though it is so hot in their house they should have a tropic island theme and hand everyone lei and an umbrella drink). So even though it was hard, dirty work, it was good for all parties involved.
And I still have all fingers, toes and limbs! (BTW, my boyfriend has been exceptionally wonderful since buying said chainsaw…)