Christine's yard was no exception.
I sat down and discussed the situation with the only person I could think of that would have an idea as to where to start.
Splitty the Maul.
Now Splitty might seem like an odd choice as a "lawn debris consultant".
He's actually well versed in the topic.
Pictures don't lie.
He's cut grass.....
.....he's hauled trash.....
.....and he cuts a mean deck of cards.
I think that's more than enough evidence to prove his expertise.
We sat down at the kitchen table.
Splitty's only advice was, "Put the noodle dog to work!"
It was brilliant in its simplicity.
I immediately grabbed "Boney Billy" and put him on the job.
Using what I like to refer to as, "Dachshund Ingenuity", Billy was soon hard at work.
Using his tether, he gathered up the massive piles of branches covering the front yard.
Unfortunately, his tether would not reach far enough around the corner of the house where the plethora of leaves ended up.
I consulted once again with Splitty the Maul as to what my next course of action should be.
Splitty had already come up with a contingency plan if Billy couldn't deliver.
"God put 'em there, let him clean 'em up.
Folks, you just can't teach that sort of logic.
I brought Billy in off his tether, gave him a cheese treat in spite of his failure on the leaves, and initiated the "God's Mess Plan".
I'll update you on God's progress later in the week.
In the meantime, I had errands to run.
While I was out, I stopped down at the Delaware River. It was supposed to crest around 1:00 PM.
Sure enough, it did.
Looking at the boat ramp.
Looking upriver to the north.
Looks like the folks at the end of the block just barely stayed above high tide.
Some of you might remember that boat ramp from a previous blog.
I'll close with a musical number and the late, great "Rhondo the Wonder Idiot" in his music video debut:
Until the next time, all y'all take care of yourselves.
Air Traffic Mike, ret.