storm cleanup, phase one-b
I’ve been chainsawing storm-fallen trees all afternoon and my brain is as fried as my arms so just know that all of the fallen trees are hacked and piled and my grandfather has a yard to mow while he waits for his power and internet and Netflix to return: victory. Next up: cleaning up all of the twigs and figuring out what to do with all the piles. FARGO reenactment, here I come and I wrote more words than I thought I would write so there. PICTURES OF (storm-felled) TREES DOTH ENSUE.
