My hands are tired from running a saw.
I went back down there this morning. When I arrived, there was a woman on the phone in front of "the Mexican's" house. I showed her the saw and said something about getting some firewood. Well, she didn't speak english so she handed me her cell phone. I told the person on the other end what I had in mind. The two pecan trees were in her yard. Well, now the better part of one was in the neighbor's yard too.
There was a girl, maybe twelve, she spoke english well enough. You could tell she was protective of her. The little girl was Brenda, I found out, the mother Marguerite. She asked if I could start there, by their front door. Okay.
Then Brenda said: "She says you're sent by God." Superchills for me all over. That feeling like maybe crying or laughing at the same time. Affirmation. Angel wings all over me.
I put on my serious face and said to Brenda, "Tell her that's true, that's exactly who sent me."
And then I got to work. Lopping branches so I could get close with the saw. I felt strong. Lorri came down around eleven and helped stack branches and load firewood. Bailed out around two to come back here for naps during more storms. Viva la Barrio.
Tomorrow the other tree. Praise God from who all blessings flow.