Returning from dropping off Noah and Josie at their respective school/day care situations, I noticed that the street near my house was full of industrial vehicles, heavy equipment, and burly men.
This is not the ordinary state of affairs for my street.
They had almost parked Jill’s car in, which I thought might make her head explode.
“Do you need me to move that car?”
“Oh no. We’re fine.”
I came in, got the keys, and moved the car.
The heavy equipment trucks instantly converged more closely on my front yard. (Thankfully, we are renters, so I can observe without terror.)
“What’s up?” I asked the nearest burly man swathed in protective clothing and gear.”
I noticed his multiple piercings and tatoos under the industrial work-wear.
He grinned, and replied, “Mayhem!”
I laughed.
“I can see that! Could you be more specific?”
All of the shrubs in our yard are coming up, except maybe 1 which he will deal with in better weather. The stumps will be ground up into pulverized tree particles. Chain saws will be frenetically wielded. Loud noises. Flying decimated shrubbery.
You know, perfect work from home conditions.
