Neighbors
I got home from my hair appointment this afternoon to find my husband and his friend beginning to attempt to hack down some branches from one of the large trees in our backyard. They had some kind of manual saw thing, and a short ladder. I eyed it suspiciously, and went inside for my mid-afternoon blog check/mindless game playing on the computer.

Then I heard the sound of a chainsaw firing up. I looked out the window to see Jim*, our neighbor, decked out in a full protective outfit, including ear muffs and goggles, up on his huge-ass ladder, cutting down our branches. And then chopping them into little pieces.

I guess that's what neighbors do? But still, it's so unusual these days that I had to write about it.

*you know the drill.