Today's local news

Dale White is here with his stump grinder, removing my tree stump. $50. The chips are flying, and I mean it. Dale had to tell his helper(?) Randy to move from where he was standing. I had tried to get Randy's attention and tell him to move, but he couldn't hear me. Anyway, he had already been hit several times, twice in the face. You would think he'd know to move.

I wonder what my lawn will look like covered with tree stump chips. Oh well, I think I know.

Rudy brought these guys over this morning. I just have to say it. Neither one looks savory, if you know what I mean. But I had a nice chat with Dale, obviously a veteran of some war, perhaps Iraq, because the VA is looking after his infected foot. 

Infected foot? you ask. Yes, he cut off a toe with his chain saw. And, yes, I still hired him. Actually, what I said was, "Ok, you've got a deal, Dale."

And I have to say this: Where is my husband when I need him? I know. That question is so unfair. It's just that I miss him anyway.

P.S. I have just paid Dale. He brought up Randy, who I am guessing is not as bright as, let's say, as Dale. He mentioned having to tell him to move when the chips were flying. "I mean," said Dale, "what does it take? Chip takes his eye out and he'd be mad at me."