I may regret saying this... but today I was an embarrassment to all things girly.
It was going to be hot. No east coast hurricanes sucking cool Canadian air across the Midwest. The brush pick-up crew is coming next week and I want to "donate heavily". So it was time to begin gathering my donation.
I donned shorts, gym shoes and and a bra top, cool but not too edgy. Then I got out a 12-foot wooden A-frame ladder, a pole chain saw, a tree trimmer-saw-lopper, a Sawzall with a branch-cutting blade and a high-leverage branch trimmer. And they were all out in front of the house. We have some trees that are over 50' high out front and all I wanted to do was trim the main trunks of everything I could reach. No heroics intended.
I wasn't thinking when I picked out the white bra top.
And I wasn't thinking that the old self would be telling me, "Oh you can trim just a bit higher!"
It was still pretty early when I began, and traffic on the street and sidewalks was minimal. I thought I'd be done before noon. But each time I thought "That's it!" I saw another branch, just a bit higher, that, if I could position the 12-foot ladder just so and extend the trimmer pole a bit more, I could get it. I ended up trimming just about everything under 20' from the ground. And it looks great.
But I think every person who ever walks the sidewalks, drives the streets or peeks out their windows got to see this 60 year old broad, with the filthy dirty white bra top and the cleavage popping out ("Obviously they aren't REAL!!!")

Some said "Hi", others ignored me. Everyone knows my story. I've been here 25 years.
I didn't finish until around 4PM. I was trashed. I had no concept of what I looked like. All I knew was sweat was rolling off my body. When I went to the bathroom to take a shower I saw myself in the mirror and it was an OMG!!! moment. I hope I can get the dirt out of that bra top. I may never be able to unburn the images from the eyes of my neighbors.
But the up-side of this whole thing is all the neighbors saw me, even the small children, and no one died, no one cried (at least not that I saw) and no wrath from the heavens were bestowed upon anyone. But it' still hot!
Saturday I tackle the side and back yard trees.