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Three branches... limbs really.  Don't even proffer sass.  Beyond having cut most of them already, on that tree, I was also parting them out.  every second or third limb down I would slice the wholes into three or four bits.  While I was choking for a rest, I kept going.  The chainsaw forced a time out.  It choked.  After trying to get her relit, and failing after several hits, I checked the gas.  Yep.  Plumb empty.  So, I topped her off, got her back to the killing fields, and?  Nothing.  I tried and tried, and did this, then that.  I gave it a bit, then hit it again, and again, and once more.  Call me lazy, though I think that's wrong.  Anyway... just what I had done, and then the crazy attempts to burn the gasoline, I... about had it.  I do hope, after an half hour or so, she will light up again.  If not I am done for the day.  Still, nice little bit of work.  Sad thing is, unless you were here this week... minus the limbs on the ground... you wouldn't even know.

However.  I do believe, however it works out, that I am not going to cook.  Fast food, not McDonalds, they are off my list.  Don't know why they decided to go so wrong, so fast, on everything from food to service.  I guess they finally got that anti-American, anti-US corp meme?  Whatever.  Unless they really turn things around, and advert it and well enough that an ad killing machine such as myself can get it, they are done.  Make it clear.  Make it conscise.  No mealy-mouthed multi-culti stuff.  No more of the same.  You want to do that where they live?  Cool.  Oh, and cut CNN and other leftist faux news sources.  Just cut news, it's all propaganda now.  I promise you, if you go where you are headed, you will end up out of business.  And you should be if you continue that way.  Trump isn't winning because he is great.  He has one, maybe two, jobs.  And they are counter to your business future.  *wink*  Anyway... yeah... something to eat.  Fast, easy, tasty I hope.

That was some serious work.  As I suggested, there may be more if the machine roars again.  Three more limbs and I will be quite good.  I will begin reviewing... I think they are called gator saws?  They have extended arms, used to cut down those weird or out of reach limbs.  I'm not sure though.  This limb might be too big, with a 3"-5" diameter.  I'll continue to think on it.  If that doesn't work, I may have to getting the sewing machine going and stitch up a couple half dozen, of various length, safety snatches.  A couple for me, one for the chainsaw, one for the ladder... or two.  I don't mind doing things upside down and thirty or forty feet up if the blood rush doesn't undo me.  I'm good with giving it ago, just so long as I am secure enough and have something to press off so as to create leverage.  Gotta admit, it's sort of fun.  The work sounded fun, the gymnastics not so much.  I'm changing my tune on that latter.  *wee!*

Well... one more shot.  If I write again, it will just be to let you know, fly or no fly.  I'm pretty done.  I do hope to get a shower in before I crash, but no promises there.  Cooked, boys and girls, and might not yet be done.  Later or good night.