I feel like Charlie Brown with the football...... Lucy is holding that ball and promising not to pull it away just as poor Charlie Brown goes to kick it... but she does that each and every time, and Charlie Brown falls flat on his back and looks up at the sky.
So there I was this morning, calling up yet another tree guy... who told me he'd be here this afternoon... and wonder of wonders, he was. Not only did he show up, but he called back to let me know that he'd be here half an hour later than he promised. (Is there a god after all?)
This particular tree guy seemed impressed with the mesquite tree that needs some serious trimming. He estimated the age of our tree to be close to 200 years old. He was hoping we didn't want the entire tree removed (we don't) and he let me know that mesquite wood is very hard and would most likely ruin the blade on his chain saw (translation: more money). He walked all around the tree, showed me where part of the trunk would have to be cut, and asked me if I needed him to haul away the wood or did I want to save the wood for a barbeque pit. He told me that I could probably sell the wood and get at least one hundred dollars for all the cuttings. When I asked him if he would just take the wood away and charge me a hundred dollars less for the work, he didn't seem to want to do that. (Translation: he wants cash, not firewood.)
On the plus side, today's tree guy showed up, and he spoke English, and he didn't seem to want a king's ransom for the work. Not only that, but he told me that he would trim all the big pecan trees as well, and not charge anything extra. He said he couldn't take care of the trees till a week from today, and he shook my hand and gave me his word he'd be here next Wednesday without fail.
"Come on, Charlie Brown.... kick the football....."
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