As a little kid like most boys at one point I wanted to be a policeman or fireman or a doctor, but I never thought hey, lumberjack sounds like a great job. I was very wise and I can assure everyone that is not a job I want and will be real happy to be done with here some day.

We spent another 4 hours out there this afternoon. The Chinese Pastiche was damaged mostly all on the east side strangely enough. We will wait to hear from the arborist before we go further. The Bradford pear is a gonner.

There was one broken limb wedged in the crotch of the two biggest parts that my wife was insistent I get down and expend effort on its removal. The tree is getting cut down, and that little twig is insignificant. By golly it had to get removed.

Her birthday present, the electric cutters came in yesterday only 3 days late. I gave them to her already as it knew it would be helpful. She used them a lot today.

I ordered the chainsaw and the chainsaw oil and some of the leather water proofing oil Vash recommended. The chainsaw oil and the Obenauf's oil came in today. No chain saw. The Obenauf's could be delayed a month and no big deal. The chainsaw oil is pretty much unneeded with no chainsaw. I have always just used the same motor oil as my Porsche in the old chainsaw. It is getting a workout and was smelling pretty hot from a lot of use.

Tree limbs from my yard are piled at the curb from the curb to my garage 10 ft wide and 8 ft tall. All cut up into 10' lengths with my ol' black and decker battery powered 12" chain saw.

Got two broken windows because the chain saw operator was not paying attention. Freed limbs so they rolled into and hit a window, two times! She kept sawing with the chain saw back and forth like it was a metal saw. Even showed her it cut much faster and easier without the sawing motion. It is a wonder she didn't cut a body part off.

City came down our street and moved piles out of the street back up into peoples yards using a front end loader. They said pile them in your yard, not on the street.

As a kid I wanted to be an astronaut until I found out where they went to go poop, then not so much any more.

One of the classic astronaut stories was they did not know how the body would react to zero G and were afraid the eyeball would go out of shape, or the heart would go nuts and other silly things. They really wondered about dedication, and worried that without the gravity assist humans would have no way to go. So they went up on the vomit comet, into a parabolic decent and it simulates weightlessness perfectly. I think they had John Young as the test subject, and handed him a paper bag, and said try that.

He crapped in a bag for them and the docs were satisfied it was no issue. Those astronauts when through hell from the doctors.

We had a guy stop by that is the lawn man for or neighbor's house. The neighbor with the tree mostly in our yard. They will take care of that for us and the neighbor pays for it. The will remove the pear tree and grind the stump eventually. He said likely Tuesday before he can come do our stuff. He is still working on emergency stuff. He said they removed a 2 foot diameter tree limb form one couples living room. No one was hurt, and it can be fixed, but I guess I will admit that is a more pressing need than ours. He has several people that need trees cleared before the power company will restore power to their house. Again, a bit more important than our yard looking bad. It may be several months before the stump is ground.

The city has closed the dumps to tree refuse. We are supposed to pile everything up on the grass between the curb and the sidewalk, and not block the sidewalk. That grass is mostly Bermuda and time for it to go dormant anyway. It will survive but the mice will have a new home for awhile.

The city is working at a nice slow pace as usual. They plan to meet about bids for a contractor to pick up eleventy gazillion tons of tree debris for a 670 square mile city. I have no isea what they will do with it all. Hopefully mulch it and make a mountain of mulch for the city residents. That is waht the City of Norman does. And citizen can go get all the free mulch they want.

Pellets for Treager smokers!

I always wanted to be an Ob/gyn...

Remember playing doctor as well. Don't remember naming any specialties like obgyn though. just took turns being the patient.

A girl down the street and myself found some white house paint. We got naked and painted each other white. Our Moms acrubbing the paint off with terpintine was painful and turned our skin red.

Stijn!!
 

Most young guys at puberty think that.
Back in the olden days of film I processed a lot of slide film (and negatives) and doctors liked to use slides to photograph their patients and body issues.
One OB/GYN was writing a book about um er um well “women health issues” of the genitalia. He had nothing but closeup crotch shots, of some real issues. It was enough to turn a heterosexual man celibate.

Many doctors photos were really difficult to run through the slide mounting machine. I was forced to look carefully at just the frame edge between the frames of the photos. Enough to cause nightmares.

Doctors see some really bad stuff.

One oral surgeon had some mouth photos that were just beyond belief in that any human could live like that.

Although I was indeed woman crazy in my youth, I really fully expected to play professional sports or to be a rock star despite being too small for pro football or basketball and being totally unable to plan any instrument (should have just written songs...as I was good at that/poetry).

Adulthood sent me a wake up call at about 17 when I graduated from high school in the middle of a hard recession as a very poor young man in a very poor area.

Ha. I had a really funny classmate in med school. He would joke that he wanted to be a supermodel gynecologist.

No one pictures Roseanne Barr when they make that career decision.

Figured I was safe, kid in my neighborhood had a poster of Debbie Reynolds on his wall.

In high I usually had a camera around my neck. Lots of the kids all kept saying I was going to be a Playboy photographer and work at the mansion. As if that was a job without a lot of competition. Several of them even wrote about it in my yearbook.

Turns out I never photographed a single naked person. One chick liked to play act it, but I was using the camera with no film, and the lighting was too dim anyway. But that is a different story that was fun.

Morning all. Time to work for another 4 days then take Friday off and dodge calls.

Three day weekends are easy to get used to.

True but they only last till Jan then back to 5 day weeks till I need to burn vacation for 2021 I guess.

Am getting kind of borde. No work to do

Well, so far I have walked around the corner to my neighbors house and discussed the tree trimming issues of the neighborhood. I did ask about his Generac generator. He paid 8 grand for it, and so far it has run for 20 minutes to provide him power over the last few years. $400 per minute is a bit steep for me. Of course had our area been hit he would be a genius of preparedness.

Then I wrote the two checks for the PCA region to have the autocross this coming Saturday. I downloaded and updated my check book spending and the company credit card purchases and got those entered. I do need to balance my personal checkbook but that only takes 3 or 4 minutes if I work slow.

I will have to go do an errand later and I can drag that out a while.

I am just glad Pelican is back up and running. Lots to brows around on the site. I do need to check in with the 911 Tech site.

Oh, I did mail out the statements to the company customers that owe us money.

I may need a nap soon.

don't over do it.