My husband is the luckiest man of the week. No, no, not because he’s married to me, but because of the Men in Trees.
I have had Men In Trees in my yard since LAST Thursday. The power company sent out a half dozen Asplundh contractors to clean up around the power lines in our backyard. I wasn’t too excited about this prospect on the first day, because they were using woodchucking machines, chainsaws, and loud tractor-like contraptions in my yard, of course during naptime. Also, every time they stopped and started, I would hear DING DONG, DING DONG, DINGDONGDINGDONGDINGDONG, and I would go to the door, and the one that could speak the best english would say “ello maam – we want to chop down beeg branches in back yad”, or “we leave now, we leave equipment in back yad?”, etc etc. However, miraculously, all their racket never seemed to wake Ali up.
Last week, they were hanging, upside down, with chainsaws, approximately 50 feet up in the air in our tallest trees, sawing off and dropping huge branches. I was somewhat indifferent to their progress, because it was in the far corner of the yard, and it didn’t make that much difference to our quality of life to have some branches missing from the highest parts of our trees.
I thought that they had finished on Saturday, but sure enough, they were here bright and early Monday morning, already in full gear by the time Ali and I came downstairs. Only this week, it was going to make a difference. They were tearing up and hauling off all of this unbelievable underbrush and annoying growth towards the back of our yard.
This is where Chris got the title of luckiest man of the week.
He has had, what we call, a “bonnet bee” ever since we moved here last year to get the back yard cleaned up and get a nice, wooden fence put in. However, when he got a quote on it, although the fence was within budget, it was going to cost multiple thousands of dollars to get all of the scrub and underbrush cleaned up! I’m telling you, it was a mess. So Chris, being the practical person that he is, decided that he had better clean it all out himself this summer. And, although I am a very practical person myself, I was dreading him having to clean all that out, probably as much as he was.
Enter the Men in Trees. By the end of the day on Monday, all we had left in the back yard were a couple of stumps!! Besides the metal fence and scary outbuilding, of course, which Chris will still have to get up (I thought about telling the workers that they were were a magic growing fence and outbuilding, and they should haul them off for fear of interfering with the power lines, but I didn’t know how to translate this idea into Spanish).
So Thank You, Alabama Power, for saving us a few thousand dollars (or many frustrated, hot and sweaty husband-hours)!!! I will pay my power bill with thankfulness this month!!!
Oh yeah – and Thank You, Men in Trees!!