Was just starting to enjoy the day's first cup of coffee the other morning when the cats cut loose with their best rendition of Chop Suey. The slamming of the drawers under the bed moments later seemed to indicate that perhaps the cats weren't responsible for the racket.
Looked outside and discovered the big green machine had come to feast on my neighbor's tree. Seems those cryptic marks that appeared this summer did mean something. Good thing too, it was trying to throw down as it shuffled its way off this mortal coil and was only a matter of time before it come down and killed somebody.
Thankfully it seems the city wasn't putting up with my neighbor involving us all in their game of wooden roulette. Had to run outside and snap a few to celebrate the occasion.
Speaking of the devil . . . Is it just me or does it seem like no matter where you live, there's always that one neighbor that can't help but poke around where they ought not?
Ever look at someone operating a piece of heavy machinery and ask yourself, "I wonder if he's hungover? This fellow handled things quite nicely but you know an 'oops' has to happen every now and again. That reminds me, I need to see if I can find someone who will let me play with one of these things.