August 11, 2004
Tree Stumps, Crazy Women and Creative Ideas
A few of my buddies know that I have been fuming today. The president of our neighborhood association, in all his great, beer sodden [?] wisdom, decided to let an old crust of a neighbor have the job of trimming some overhanging branches on the drive between our homes and the farm. 
The old coot went more than a wee bit overboard. Unfortunately he started right behind our place. Took down half a dern tree, that wasn't bothering anyone who lives right here.
He got a good start on a second tree with pontifications about "having full board approval" before I got my favorite board member [my better, calmer half] on the phone and email to confirm that no, this had never been approved by the board.
I went on a bit of a rant. I am sure they are now classifying me as a female dog and preparing rabies shots. Come on boys, I have tools to wack *branches* off too! Baddddd Farron actually called him a Cheap Whacker to his face! Naughty, Naughty! [smirk]
At least maybe now there will be more judicious trimming of trees up the row. A stray branch or two may need pruning. That is an ongoing thing, but possibly halves of trees will not be killed in the process leaving ugly broken stumps jutting in our faces and upsetting my delicate, artistic sensibilities. *grin*!
I calmed noticeably when the mail arrived. My copy of Jim Krause's "Creative Sparks" is here! Even at just a glance, this little madhouse of a book looks like it might be full of fun, crazy thoughts & ideas to help cure my creative doldrums. That summer slump and drying up of the more interesting and imaginative section of my little grey cells is probably what makes me grumpy and sends me out into the street to snap and bite at the neighbors.
Think Tony will let me coat his face in petroleum jelly and plaster strips to make a mask and unleash my creativity? That is one of the exercises I spotted in my new book.
Probably owe the old, untrained at tree trimming [but still getting PAID for it] neighbor an apology for my tone of voice, but I will not apologize for my intent. Hey! He's messing with my hummingbird habitat!
As *THE* _^..^_ would say, this is UNNNNNNNNNNNNacceptable and REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEdiculious. Ahhhh, I always feel better after I blog a rant. Even if no one is listening. haha
Farron
[who is hiding from rabies shots and dog catchers at the moment]
WE'RE listening! And AGHAST at the butchery in those pictures. I would not call the first one a "branch"... branches don't grow up from the ground like that one looks to do... do they? "-)
Give 'em all hell. I'd have been a bit more descriptive than "Cheap Whacker"... but then again, I gave up my veneer of Southern Gentility when I moved up here to the North Tundra. It's too cold to waste time on niceties. hehehe.
Bex
Posted by: Beckster at August 11, 2004 07:21 PMI was being restrained. *They* might not think so, but I was. I called the maaaa-yawn to save the day. [batting eyelashes]
Idea! Our HOAs switch presidents. We ship ours to the Northern Tundra and bring *yours* here to live two doors down. How's that for a solution? ;^)
F and _^..^_
Posted by: daB***H of daCathouse at August 11, 2004 09:10 PMYeeesssssssssssss! The maaaay-yawn can whip them into shape here and teach the City "Engineers" a few things (I say "engineers" with a sneer) while he's at it. And I'll straighten them out for you down there. grin.
Becks
Posted by: Beckster at August 11, 2004 09:38 PMOh that is awful! That poor tree. Thank goodness you did go on that rant. What buchery he may have commited on all of those poor things.
You are my hero, "Farron, defender of trees and habitat!"
...and, that book sounds great too.
Liann
Posted by: Liann at August 12, 2004 09:12 AM