The utility company is trimming trees around power lines in my neighborhood. They worked all day Saturday on my old Sycamore and started again today at 7:30. Now, I'm all about thinning trees-it's good for them, but at this point I am beginning to fear for the old things life. At what point are they gong to call it good?
Couple this with it being Monday morning, the dogs barking constantly at the arboreal assault and the incessant chain saw droning on and on....I'm not a happy camper.
I guess today's lesson will be about overcoming adversity brought on by a chainsaw crew. Who can stop us from celebrating, right?