Sigh... this is not me. Not now. Not in the recent past. Alas, not ever. This is actually my son-in-law Dennis's best friend Mike, who by day is a technocrat but on the weekend is a licensed arborist who is building a sideline business that makes use of his rock-climbing abilities. Mike and Dennis arrived this afternoon to start on a project to take down a few trees that are now too close to the house. Under normal circumstances, I would have at least helped, but they wouldn't even allow me to move more than twigs. Given what my cardiac handlers have told me post-surgery, avoiding the area was no doubt a wise choice. Watching felt unnatural, but, on my best behavior, watching the pros at work was what I did.