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As I mentioned in a previous blog, I had a dead cherry tree in my backyard that had to be cut down. I managed to do it last week during my “staycation” with minimal bleeding and no loss of body parts. But it was one of the physically hardest things I think I’ve had to do. I rented a chain saw because the one I have is pretty wimpy and like “Tim the Tool Man” I needed more power. When I fired that puppy up I was thinking this is going to be hours of fun. Well it was hours but it was not fun. After cutting the tree down, and nearly creating a power outage in my neighborhood when a branch got tangled momentarily in a power line, I sliced it into firewood. It was all I could do that afternoon. The next day was even more fun. I had to clean it all up. That meant stacking up all the logs and clearing all the smaller branches off my backyard. All of this with temperatures in the mid to upper 90s both days. I did get to spend some time with my Mom who was here for her annual two week summer visit. We played a little golf and got out for dinner with friends and family a couple of times. We kept a very close watch on the news of all the fires in northern California, since that’s where my mother lives. Fortunately her home was never in any danger. But it got me thinking about the firefighters and National Guard men and women on the front lines of those hundreds of fire. Every day they’re working twice as hard as I did cutting down just one tree. They have my enormous respect and admiration for what they do, and from now on I’ll leave the tree cutting to someone else.