Hospice has been hopping lately--probably due to the full moon--and I'm watching that ticker clock wind down to my first long vacation in what seems like forever, but has really only been 2 years. Finally. I know I just got back from a vacation, but that was only 3 days off work and not enough time to do too much. This time, I'll lollygag for ten straight days and practice life as a slacker.
Last night during a brief lull at work, my husband took me to dinner and regaled me with tales of Mr. Larger Than Life's annual obsession with leaves. Yes, it's that time of year again when the men in my house make themselves scarce in order to avoid hard labor at MLTL's house. This year though, my father in law has a new neighbor and now new owner of the tree that he hates most. As a way of introducing himself, my father in law said hello, then promptly asked the man to cut down his giant oak tree as a favor to him. Seeing as this is a modest neighborhood, I'm pretty sure that in the first place, this guy doesn't have an extra couple of thousand dollars laying around to do this, and in the second place, why would he want to cut down a perfectly good shade tree? The poor neighbor hasn't got a clue what kind of lunatic he has living next to him.
On our walk home from dinner, my husband made comment on our own littered landscape. The tree next door has been dropping chestnuts for two weeks now. The squirrels have cracked open the prickly shells and are leaving the detritus scattered everywhere. Walking up the steps, my husband told me how much he hates that tree and how tempted he is to rake that crap right back into the neighbor's yard. Oh-oh. Lord help me if this apple fell too close to THAT tree. I'll keep you posted if he asks her to cut it down.
I'm adding this music to remind my honey that no matter what, I still love him. Even when he channels his father.
Variations on Canon (played as our wedding processional song).