I feel like I could write four posts … if not more. It isn’t that I’m not encouraged to blog, or that I don’t have things to blog about. Social media has evolved in a way that our soundbytes are smaller, and the things we say are shorter and less meaningful. Don’t get me wrong — I enjoy “getting it done” in 140 characters or less, but the nuances aren’t there. There are so many people who I follow on Twitter. Some of them are perfect for the character limitation, while there are others that leave me wanting more — at least a paragraph of information and witticism. So, here we are.
The summer is going reasonably well. My fitness plan has gone completely awry. I took on a new project and have had no time to maintain a steady workout schedule, let alone ensure that I have healthy food. Sad. Very said.
In other news, I had a deck built — a deck that I’ve yet to truly enjoy because of the infernal temperatures that we’ve experienced lately. I was forced to build the deck because my back porch was threatening to secede due to years of neglect. With me on it. I entered the project kicking and screaming (largely because of associated costs), but I have to admit that I like it. I haven’t spent a lot of time outside because I had been neglecting the backyard. Significantly. To the point where weeds on the periphery became trees. Not kidding. One had grown so tall that it was mistaken for a tree. I hired my esteemed contractor to cut down said tree-like weeds without the knowledge that someone might have grown attached to it.
While the deck was being constructed, I left the contractor to his business and went on a shopping trip to the Container Store — which is one of my favorite places to spend money. So many possibilities for an organized home!
While perusing shelf organizers, the contractor called. Apparently my neighbor was upset about the demise of the “tree” that grew between our properties, but technically on my side. The trouble was that I didn’t know this neighbor. Had never seen her before. She lives in the rental building next door and had moved in two weeks earlier. Apparently she had grown attached to the growth, which she surmised was a Mulberry Tree. Also, she was upset because she chose that unit because it covered the back bedroom window and her 7-year-old liked the tree because it attracted birds. He handed her the phone so that she could make me feel like Mr. T., and I could explain my reasoning for cutting down foliage that shouldn’t have been there in the first place. She said “I could understand pruning the tree, but I don’t understand cutting it down completely.” To which I responded, “I’m sorry, WHO are you, again?”
My first inclination was to explain a few things to this new neighbor:
- The tree is NOT a tree, first and foremost. You are not a botanist by any stretch of the imagination, because 1) a mulberry bush does not even remotely resemble the monstrosity that was removed, and 2) if you were, you would understand that the “berries” that grew on this tree were born of pure evil, and were on the verge of releasing their seed into my flower garden and creating offspring.
- You are RENTING, which means that you can move in a year, without consequence, while I’m left to deal with the possibility of jungle creatures setting up residences in my yard. Not gonna happen. Aside from the fact that this weedy tree originates from my side of the property line. If your landlord isn’t upset, you don’t have a leg to stand on.
- If you were stupid enough to choose a unit because of an alleged tree, I don’t know how to help you.
- They’re called BLINDS. Invest.
- This conversation is moot because the weedy tree? Was already laying on the ground. Done.
My second inclination was to be a little nicer while explaining everything I described in the first inclination — although my contractor was betting on the first, to the point where I disappointed him a tad. We left the conversation in a friendly capacity and she bought curtains. Crisis averted.
Fun stuff, yes?
More later . . .like maybe in a few minutes.