Glen, two doors down, had a ~25' palm tree taken out. He said it's too big, costs too much to keep trimmed, and was worth too much. Yep, they PAY for these mature trees. He got a check, a smaller palm to replace this one, and all the work done, including planting the new tree.One crew showed up yesterday to cut a square trench about 4' deep all around the tree, then today's crew pulled it out, loaded it on the flatbed, and hauled it off.
They had some trouble with this one and today's work took about two hours. Glen said this was the eighth tree they'd yanked up today, all here in Sun City. These trees were all put in when the houses were build about 40 years ago.
We don't have one.
Drat!
I did an easy 12 miles on the bike and still felt yesterday's workouts. But I always feel better on the inside after I'm done. Before and after the ride I made good progress on Sunday's stuff. We're gonna talk about doxologies. Yes, plural.
About 1 p.m. the FedEx guy pulled up and delivered the second bracket for the Rambler's alternator. Yep, this one is different. Only by about 1/16" but that margin turns out to be critical for installation. So I spent two hours this afternoon putting a Delco Remy alternator from a '73 Chevelle into a '66 Rambler. Turned out to be trickier than I thought and required pulling the radiator and fan, but it's all in and back together. On the way home from dinner tonight I'll get more antifreeze to replace what came out, and tomorrow I'll make the wiring connections. It requires some serious wiring changes to accomodate an internal instead of external regulator and I want my brain fresh so I don't make the kind of mistake that fries a brand new alternator, never mind taking everything apart again.
We're meeting the kids at Baja Fresh for dinner to celebrate my 52nd birthday. (You're buying that, right?) We're very, very low key about these events. It's about getting together and having a laugh or sixteen, nothing more.
But Pam did get me a birthday present. I was surprised because we don't usually exchange gifts for birthdays, Christmas or our anniversary.
Jewelry.
OK, it was a bracelet. She had to watch a training video at the hospital that included a segment on preparing patients for an MRI. The video showed how powerful those machine's magnets are and included scenes of ladders and metal chairs getting sucked into the tunnel. So now I wear a medical bracelet that says I have a pacemaker and should NOT have an MRI.
"If anybody's going to be ripping things out of your chest I want it to be me."
Uhm, happy birthday?
My younger brother sent me a joke worth sharing:
During a visit to a mental asylum I asked the director how they decided which patients should be admitted.
He said, "We take them into a room with a bathtub full of water and hand them a teaspoon, a teacup and a 5-gallon bucket, and tell them to empty the tub."
"I get it," I responded. "The sane person will use the bucket because it's bigger."
"No, a sane person will pull the plug. Do you want a bed near the window?"
Time to get cleaned up and head in for dinner.
Baja Fresh is good food and the company is better.
2 comments:
Did he tell you what they pay for the trees? I always pushed to sell the palm trees when I was on the condo board.
No, and I didn't ask the number. But he had a grin on his face when he told me. Obviously pleased.
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