Ten minutes before I was going to do what I put off yesterday - make tracks of all this music I've been doing - the doorbell rang. I thought about not answering but I did - a tree guy saying they had to trim the trees back from the power line. I just went off on him, I'm afraid, saying it was the fourth time in two weeks they've disrupted my life and I was tired of it - that I needed a day's notice if they're ever to come back and what were they doing two weeks ago when they trimmed away from the power line. No answer of course. So, I started doing what I needed to do and got through about fifty minutes when they turned on that confounded loud machine that makes powder out of all the branches they've trimmed. So, I had to stop and wait - fortunately, it looked like they trimmed all of six branches, so they finished and finally left and I finished my stuff.
