Saturday, October 15, 2005
Fast-forward to today. Celeste and I were both napping upstairs; Evelin was reading on the couch downstairs (or so she claims ... I suspect she might have been napping too). The doorbell rings. Celeste slept through it. I jumped straight up. I heard Evelin talking to someone, saying that she needed to talk to me.
I turned out some guys were doing tree work in the neighborhood, and wanted to know if we wanted an estimate. If they'd been selling encyclopedias or car-dent-repair services, I'd probably have said no, but I did need to get the trees checked, so the guy and I talked about what I wanted — diseased/dead bits out, no gratuitous thinning — and he gave me a price.
An hour or so later, he and the crew drove up and went to work. A few medium-sized limbs, a bunch of small things, and one very large limb later, they were done. They even cut down and chipped up the fig tree Evelin’s hated for years. (The stump remains, so I'll have to deal with that, or we see if it regrows in a way we can keep trimmed to bush sized.)
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