Dropped the kid off at camp, got a smile and hello from an aforementioned hot mom. Didn't run into another hot mom I know, whose kid is returning this summer/going there this week and into the future, I believe.
Met up with an old customer, one of my first. Mowed his large lawn my first year in business. One of my first stump grinds after removing a spruce in the front. Multiple cables. Port orford cedar root disease removal. Alaskan false-cypress removal, giant birch removal. Maybe something else. Now these. Grass turned into much more. His was the last lawn I mowed.
Sad to see his wife having short-term memory problems/ dementia starting. She wasn't too keen on these removals. I got him on the idea of making a bench for them by the firepit for with the family. Two nice 2" slabs, 5' long, to make the seat and backrest. He'll have some brackets/hardware fabricated if he can't find it online.
Emergency call from a regular customer. A madrona tipped over at the root collar, taking out the neighbor's power mast, coming to rest on their timber-frame entry area outside the front door. No big deal. Handled it myself. They have 2 large dead madronas to come down. Guess who they want.
Banged over three small deodora cedars, approaching 20" on the butt. One trick shot to protect the drain and plants. Drive up access for brush.
Local mobile miller came out and we split 50/50, and I took the waste/ firewood. Waaay better than me taking 100% as firewood that I don't want. Drive up access for slabs.
Left my camera at home.
My 12 year old hand-truck gave up the ghost as I was bouncing back on it, pulling on the handle, to get the log up onto the axle, it folded where it has been bent since some max-capacity oak logs two years ago.