Ohhhhhh lordie! IS there some reason why there’s never a dull moment around the Funny Farm?
5:00 a.m.: Roll out of the sack. Stumble around. Throw on some clothes, feed the dog preparatory to going out the door by 5:30 for the morning Doggy Walk, which at this time of year needs to be accomplished before the sun comes up.
5:05 a.m.: ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF GROWL ARF ARF SNARGLE GROWL ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF…
ahhhh shee-ut! NOW what?
Stumble out to the kitchen, where Ruby is banging against the back door.
Gerardo’s crew: they’re here to trim the damnable palm trees.
I forgot.
Now we’re stuck here while those guys wrestle with the Job from Hell, in the meantime trashing the swimming pool by tossing filthy palm fronds into the water.
Whenever they leave, I’ll have to call Pool Dude to get him over to clean up that mess. Do I even have his phone number? If so, where is it??????
Oh shitoshitoshitoshit this was NOT how I wanted to start the day!
As long as the back gate is open, collect and haul the garbage out to the alley. Another fine way I would hope not to start a day.
Someone has dragged the communal garbage can wayyyyy down the alley, so hauling this stuff is an annoying hike. I’ll have to ask these guys to haul that trash can back up where it belongs. That’ll be a trick, since they don’t speak English.
Better, probably, to wait till after the trash pickup and drag it back myself.
Trash pickup…ohhhhh sheee-UT if the city employees see my guys dumping stuff in the alley, I’ll get a citation!
Ohhhh well. At least our boys waited until after the July 4 festivities were over. Around here, morons set off fireworks right and left, often catching fire to houses and plantings. My house is surrounded with lots of flammables, so…this is my LEAST favorite holiday.
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HOLEE mackerel, you’ve never seen a man WORK until you’ve watched a campesino working. What are those men made of?
And they don’t even seem especially fazed…not at a job that would kill me — very likely in a literal sense — if I tried to do it.
Soon as the gents are done, I’ll have to call Pool Dude to come help clean up the mess. Won’t he be pleased?
Mr. and Mrs. Wonderaccount, who live across the street, had their accursed palm trees removed. As I recall, they hired Gerardo’s guys to do that job. Whenever he comes around, I’ll have to ask him how much he’d charge to take the things out.
Hate to kill them…but GAWD they are a nuisance! Especially anywhere near a pool. They don’t cast any shade. They don’t do anything except drop seeds, dried blossoms, and dead fronds…and attract lightning bolts.
Just what everyone needs in their backyard, eh?
Whenever Gerardo comes around, I’ll have to ask him how much he’d charge to take the damn things out. Then have Financial Dude break loose some money for the purpose. I guess.
Meanwhile…too much coffee on an empty stomach. Gotta get some food!