You make a funny face.
I finally had an agreement with TLW (The Little Woman) that
the tree in my front yard had to go. It is sitting almost on the sidewalk and
the roots are coming out of the ground and on my lawn. It is a nuisance to live
under in spite of the wonderful shade, because when it sheds its leaves, the
front of the house is a mess, the roots are killing my grass and lifting up the
concrete walk.
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| No, this is NOT a lemon tree. |
So I contracted a tree removal service and he gave me a
price and I agreed. In his price was a date, which I put down on my calendar and
waited to come with great anticipation. It was scheduled for a Monday and he
said he would call me on the weekend to confirm. He calls Friday night to tell
me he is not coming because his wife is having a C-section and would be
clearing the whole week away. I call him back and we make a new date for the
week following.
For a whole week I am looking at the tree and wishing it
were gone so I could get my lawn into shape.
The big day arrives and there was no call from the tree
remover, plus the weather is not going to be good. It is going to rain and rain
heavy. This means the big sissy will not come, of course. I waited 30 years to
get rid of the tree and I will probably wait another 30 years in spite of my
doctors.
Suddenly, at 6:30 in the morning, the big sissy calls and
says he has to cancel the work until Saturday, because the rest of the week he
has municipal work!
Actually, I think this is a good way to live forever!
If it weren’t for the fact that nothing will really happen
with or without that tree, I’d fire the guy. I know the rain is coming, but so
was the baby, so why schedule something then in the first place?
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