Two kids with rakes showed up at my door Sunday, wondering if they could rake make some money raking the leaves on my front lawn for me. I told them to come back in a week when they had all fallen. However, there presence guilted me hours later into raking the first batch of leaves, which my neighbor wanted for his compost pile. If the boys show up again, I might ask them if they're good at chopping wood. I still have half of a cord in rounds from last winter. (I bought my wood split this year.). I never thought, when I moved to the Northwest 38 years ago that I would spend a part of every winter splitting wood. I'm thankful that I still can do it. I guess. Here's your first Wild Card of the work week ...