My wife has been
bugging the shit out of me urging me for
weeks at least a year to have some trees cut down around the yard. Everytime a storm comes through she looks out the window, shakes her head, and mutters expletives that I'm glad I can't hear.
Each time this happens I counter with something like...
the tree surgeon quoted at least $1,000 per tree...
hell, I could have real surgery for that kind of money...
I'm sure I can find someone to do it cheaper...
blah, blah, blah. You get the picture.
So...while I was playing in the mountains out West, Hanna blew by the old homestead and left this little present to welcome me back.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi921BBE3BSCSsE5PG6yNSPksMXY4w0zqgHjMTjZHxKWeA9QjcH4w8dkUGD9LWCXToGFwUzaOosU95X0xcM_e-mwyaKvmY3TsGhzLJvva2M_ZdlR0z0k5zUAVisBwiQAgX7rZrtEw/s320/hannatree.jpg)
My son was able to cut up the smaller pieces with our chain saw, but I had to call for help to tackle the big guys. I managed to find someone locally who cleaned it all up in an hour or two.
Now, there's still a few more trees that wifey is
bitching concerned about, so I'm hoping Ike does the right thing if he passes by our way. :-)
Of course the lesson to be learned here is...to misquote Benjamin Franklin (I think it was him)...
Always put off till tomorrow what will cost you a shitload of bucks today!Badaboom Badabing...