You know what this is?
This is bullshit. This is garbage. That’s what it is. Our next door neighbors are planning to rip out the huge pine tree in the front of the house. It’s technically on their property but is big enough to shade both houses, and because they don’t want to deal with the hassle of paying someone to trim it anymore, they’re ripping it out on Saturday. An at least 45-year-old tree that is perfectly healthy, by the way, and at the height of summer. That means that the shade will be gone, the green will be gone, the birds will be gone, and any coolness we could hope to have on the front or west side of our house will be gone. All because our neighbor doesn’t want to deal with trimming his fucking tree, and because he met some chainsaw artist who is going to carve the Leaning Tower of Pisa out of the 5-foot stump.
Yeah. We’re going from a mature, healthy, perfectly fine tree to a tacky piece of Italian yard art.
Our neighbor told Graham on Friday that he was having the tree cut down in two weeks, but I guess he’s bad at math and now my plans are ruined. I was going to go over there today and propose paying to have the tree trimmed myself until at least September, at which point he could do whatever he wanted. That way, the summer heat and sun would be gone, and we’d only have to wait a short while longer before (hopefully!) moving to Seattle.
I don’t understand how anyone would want to do that to their property value, although I do watch House Hunters and if that show is any indication, most people know dick about real estate. Larry doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who wants to move and therefore probably doesn’t care about property value, but come on, dude. Aesthetics? Utility bills? Do these things mean nothing to you?
Oh, and the trucks will be here on Saturday, so hey, Larry, thanks for letting me sleep in on the weekend! No, it’s cool, I love it when people bring gigantic machinery right outside my bedroom window on one of the two days a week I get to sleep past 7am. I love it.