The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.
Monday, June 21, 2010
...Returned home to discover the falling fork all but gone, a neat stack of firewood on the curb; my ham antenna's newest anchorage, lost when half the tree succumbed to gravity, had been relocated to higher on the remaining portion of the tree than I could ever get it and Jim of The Tree Machine was busily cleaning up the chips and sawdust.
The price, about a third of what it cost to clear the fallen tree Saturday.
(Jim, while happy to be in cyberspace, cautions that he only works in three neighborhoods, Broad Ripple being one. The other two, I should have asked. Next time! Meridian-Kessler and Forest Hills --He'll be back next month, taking care of an ailing and much-married pair of elms next door).
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Ego vadum perussi vestri prandium
"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."