Surprise surprise: a call from my grandfather – part of the surprise being the call, given that he still (as of this writing, sun/20220619) doesn't have power or reliable communications – around lunchtime yesterday, a jubilant (for him) call: around 0900, a group of a dozen people showed up with a commercial grade woodchipper and, in two hours, cleared all of the piles I had made as well as the little bits and twigs and sticks left in my chainsaw wake in the wake of the storm. Apparently they were sponsored by a Christian service group or a Christian service group or something, and didn't request to save his soul in return for saving the rest of the yard and the rest of my back: until further evidence to the contrary emerges, I'll consider this to be one of those "people CAN be kind and good" moments, a rare thing nowadays. If they could bring back his Netflix, though, that might be enough to make a believer out of a 95-year-old atheist.