(Nod to Glidna Radner, and the whole SNL bunch)
Every morning, every night.
It IS always something.
We haven’t yet put the motor back on the boat. We’re close to it, but then-
a sink hole was discovered. I can’t make this stuff up.
Not only can I not predict anything, but how or what implications will follow are always a surprise.
A big hole beside and under the stairs that lead down to the dock revealed itself when a bush was removed.
Much discussion surrounding this topic ensued. Finally a concrete specialist was called. The neighbor was concerned about her yard eroding away with each winter storm and wanted to put up an additional wall. Her property borders our dock access and her house is the closest one to the water. She was the most upset about the hole with good reason, but it was weighing heavily in the air here as well. Erosion. It’s a thing.
The concrete guy said the hole was an easy fix. (and not caused by storm erosion, he said it was run-off) We spent less than ten minutes being schooled by him and agreeing to his plan before heading back for supper.
His truck remained at the neighbors until well after dark.
Today was lawn day so when I arrived home from work, there was the buzz of that, along with the the sink hole energy. There is an ongoing discussion about trees that need to be raked under. Whether it’s leaves or flowers, there is always talk of cutting these down, (because of the burden of raking). Today, G’s mom was about to call to have this beautiful tree removed, but then the concrete guy arrived and pulled her attention away.
As a weird miracle, the price of fixing the hole was around the price of removing the tree. This means the tree gets to live another year! We have promised to rake. I did it last year. I don’t remember how terrible everyone claims it was and will be. Like that one football player said about golf, you have to have a short memory for some things.
I’m not trying to make sense of all this, but there is a part of me that is wondering what I’m learning here. I mean, there has to be something, right?
I haven’t heard what the neighbor will do. She wanted to put a cement wall between her property and this one. Since aesthetics are never considered, (at least none that I understand), I can only hope there will be permit hold ups. Since we aren’t talking about something lovely, it might be approved in record time. I’m hoping the concrete guy has other ideas. Otherwise a giant cement wall will be standing awkwardly beside our cute beach.
It’ll be fine. However this drama plays out, life will go on. The best part is that as of today, the beautiful tree gets to change and lose its leaves and live!
(I was told that it’s just my opinion that the tree is beautiful, that it’s really not). (Did I mention my lack of aesthetic understanding already?). So I took a picture of the side that is less full, the side that, I was informed, made it ugly. (still, in my opinion, its beautiful).
I am ever Alice after she fell down that rabbit hole. Does anyone know what that book was actually about? I think I might be living whatever the theme is, and I have no idea…
Peace Kit 