Steve’s Country Cabin Journal #7.

Now that I was up on this hill, after endangering my life in that climb, I began to look for those insulators that dad said would be up here in large numbers. Or something like that. First pole I found a few, nothing special. Second pole was very low so I was able to reach insulators on that bottom cross arm real easy, got a nice medium purple off that one. The next 3 poles were missing that bottom cross arm, so I looked off among the trees. There was a small drop off that went down about 6 feet (2 meters) and yep, there was several cross arms down there with insulators on them. Fantastic! I went down and started removing insulators and putting them on top of the hill. Then there was a couple cross arms that had nice insulators, including 2 dark purple, very nice indeed, but I couldn’t get those insulators off. Hmm, what to do? I decided to just put them up top and drag them down to where dad would be waiting, perhaps he could take them off.

Insulators that dad and I found, though on a different trip.

So, up went the first cross arm and I heard this terrible loud screeching sound! I bet my eyes almost popped right out! Then I heard, ooooohhhh! Now that sounded familiar. I looked up and dad is sitting on the insulators rubbing his leg. “Wow, did you ever scare me with that loud screech”, I called up to dad. “Bonehead”, was all he said, still rubbing his leg. “Hey, how did you get up there anyway?”, I asked. “It’s nice and easy on that side”, said dad. Naturally. “See? I said we should walk around to the other side and I wouldn’t have had to risk my neck climbing that hill,” I reminded him. Dad just looked at me, he stopped rubbing his leg too. “By the way, how’s your ear?”, I asked. “It finally stopped bleeding, so did the cut on my hand and neck,” he replied. “You really do need to be more careful,” I said. “I need to be by myself”, he said. Not sure what he meant by that. “Why do you keep sitting there rubbing your leg?”, I asked him. “Because you threw that cross arm and it landed right against my knee”, he said. Dad always liked to exaggerate a bit, I slid that cross arm up there quite gently, since I didn’t want to break anything.

A nice one we found on this trip.

“I hope you didn’t break anything,” I added. “No, but I’ll probably get a big bruise from that,” he said. “I was talking about the insulators,” I said, “especially since I was being so careful.” “You were being careful?”, asked dad. “Thanks for noticing,” I said. “That was a question,” said dad. “No it wasn’t,” I said, “I was thanking you, that’s not a question.” Dad looked down and shook his head, then he said, “forget it.” Dad got up and tried moving his leg. “You should walk around a bit so it doesn’t get stiff,” I suggested. “We have to walk all the way back to the car,” he reminded me, “that should be enough walking.” Dad did manage to get those other insulators off and we got them all wrapped in newspaper for the journey back home.

An old insulator from the 1870s on a typical peg nailed to the side of poles.

Everything went smoothly until we came to that little stream. Dad didn’t figure he could jump across. I looked around a bit and found a real shallow spot and said he could easily walk across at that point. Dad looked and agreed. Wet feet was better than getting totally wet. I took the backpacks across then waited for dad. He was doing good, oops, almost fell, but he made it! Now the thick undergrowth. “You first”, said dad. Naturally. I forgot about those branches and let one fly. Whap! AAAAAA!!!! Oops. I look back. Dad was sitting on the ground looking for his glasses. “Lose your glasses?,” I asked. “Bonehead”, was all he said. He found them right away. “Wow, look at those red marks on your cheek”, I said, “they kind of match the scrape on the other side.” Dad just put his head down and said, “why me?” We made it back to the car without any more mishaps though dad’s knee was quite swollen. He had trouble walking for a few days. He even went to the doctor who told him he should be more careful. Mom agreed. Dad sighed.

Steve and Muffin.

Β©2020 Steve McLeod.

34 Comments on “Steve’s Country Cabin Journal #7.

  1. Lol ! It is hard not to laugh when these β€œaccidents” happen ! β˜•οΈβ˜•οΈπŸ˜»πŸ©πŸ©πŸ˜€

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  2. What an adventure! I really have to wonder if finding the insulators is worth it. I mean your dad always getting hurt. Of course, it makes for an amusing father and son story. πŸ€•πŸ˜±πŸ₯ž πŸ§‡ πŸ₯“β˜•οΈβ˜•οΈ

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    • That’s true, it was a lot of work and the dangers involved. Good thing we both were not accident prone, that would have been tough!πŸ˜πŸ˜ΊπŸ˜³πŸ€£β˜•β˜•πŸŒ¨

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  3. ha ha πŸ˜‚πŸ˜…πŸ˜‚LOL! is it insulator hunting ? or an Insulator hurting πŸ˜„ You were always helpful, poor him didn’t understood how helpful u were, ofcourse he thanked you, but regretted later πŸ˜…πŸ˜… LOL enjoyed it, and beautiful insulator pictures 😍😍

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    • Yep, never could understand why he enjoyed it so much when he always hurt himself like that. Very strange.πŸ€”πŸ˜‚ Glad you liked it Simon, we always did have a great time, even with the little problems along the way!πŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ˜ΉπŸ€•πŸ₯ΊπŸ₯΄πŸ€ͺ😱

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  4. Ha ha it’s fun πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ and there is no problem.. it’s just you πŸ˜„πŸ˜œ I mean I am not saying you were a problem or your ation does, I was saying πŸ€”πŸ˜œ can we just forget what I typed here πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

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    • Glad you enjoyed that Simon! My dad said,”next time I suggest going to hunt for insulators, just take me outside and hit me with a branch. Then I’ll remember why we should stay home.”😳😳 Not sure what he meant by that though?πŸ€”πŸ™„

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      • πŸ€”πŸ˜„πŸ˜„πŸ˜„Lol that means he only wanted to be with you and go out only with you πŸ˜‰ honest ,😜 That was a super fun cabin journal. I’ll be back reading the remaining by Sunday 😁😎 got to finish a hot month end 😻

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      • I’m sure he had enjoyed 😻😍 and, Not that hot, the hot I mentioned about the people, people pretend to be angry, fierce, full of energy, spirit, yelling at people, these are so called month end behaviours and they drink at night, for meπŸ€” all this are nothing, I’ll simply wonder why they do ti and i don’t do it πŸ˜…πŸ˜‚ I can’t fit in their box πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

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      • Good thinking Simon,πŸ€” stay out of their box and stay in your own,😁 you’ll be much happier, less stress, able to bounce on your head more (don’t try that last one).πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ Have a good day!πŸ˜€πŸŒž

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      • Exactly, ans that’s why I’m less stressed and whatever that stresses me My therapist is there, my blogger friends 😍 you and evryone and First of Nisha πŸ˜‰ and tats how I keep my head happier 😁 and bounce on my head, no no I’m not trying πŸ˜‚πŸ˜… Thank you Steve πŸ€—πŸ€—πŸ€—

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