We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
What I want is six legal laborers (easily to be gotten around here at 7 am on a Saturday) for 8 hours, armed with my chain saws, my mighty brush-wacker, wood-chipper, a soil tiller, trimmers, garden tools, root poisons, grass seed, and a truckload of mulch.
In one hard day, with me and the lad working hard and happily alongside, I think we could restore the immediate surrounds of the Maggie's HQ to pristine elegance. I do all I can on my own, but some jobs are more than I can handle in the time I have. Lots of rocks and evil vines.
It's a bitch of a job, but many hands make light work and labor is satisfying especially with many hands on board.
Will provide excellent and abundant take-out Mexican lunch for all. Beer with limes after the job is done. Payment in cash, of course, as is customary. The rate here is $100/day, and these guys work hard.
In the fall, I will also have some heavy-duty transplanting to be done but it's not the size of job that this one is.
Like you folks, this story just broke my heart. Picturing Bird Dog taking on the responsibilities of leadership as he lazes away on the veranda, sipping his mint julep while the valiant, legal laborers struggle in the blazing hot sun really tears at my heartstrings. Watching him have to daub away the sweat that forms on his brow as he barks out order after order really makes me feel for the ordeal he must be going through. "Oh, the humanity!" I cried at one point.
1) Never operate one if it is above 50 degrees. I can get soaked with sweat running one when it is 20 outside. If it is in the 80s I think I could get heat stroke.
2) Never let a non-family member run the chainsaw.
About the time they saw through their shoe into their foot, or it kicks back and hits them in the face or saw dust gets past the goggles and into the eye with the resulting trip to the emergency room/eye doctor, you have a teeny tiny liability problem. One I don't care to have.
Having said all that, the-more-the-merrier philosophy to work is a good one. Sounds like you will enjoy yourself by turning it into a social occasion and I applaud you for that.