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phosfateReally not a lot going on, unless you're desperately interested in automatic garage door openers, endless debates over the fate of a tree limb, or clothes shopping. I know I'm not.
Our new neighbors, whom we sensitively refer to as "The Asians," cut down all the giant dying pine trees left them by the previous owners. It was keen to watch. One guy climbs the tree, with one of those tree-climbing harnesses and an assortment of saws, then works his way down, cutting as he goes. Two-foot stumps drop from the sky, occasionally brushing a power line, and sawdust falls like snow. It's rather like an episode of Due South re-enacted by the Cirque du Soleil. We are in awe of The Asians.
We also went to the "good bakery" (Conroy's in College View), and the bakery lady asked me if I was Mom's caregiver. We were both already punchy from the raw, primal excitement of visiting the lumberyard, and I am afraid that we both fell to mad cackling, and the bakery lady was a bit miffed. Now whenever I don't automatically know the location of Mom's reading glasses, she tells me that I'm the worst caregiver ever and I'm fired.
We're like Showtime. We make excitement.
Our new neighbors, whom we sensitively refer to as "The Asians," cut down all the giant dying pine trees left them by the previous owners. It was keen to watch. One guy climbs the tree, with one of those tree-climbing harnesses and an assortment of saws, then works his way down, cutting as he goes. Two-foot stumps drop from the sky, occasionally brushing a power line, and sawdust falls like snow. It's rather like an episode of Due South re-enacted by the Cirque du Soleil. We are in awe of The Asians.
We also went to the "good bakery" (Conroy's in College View), and the bakery lady asked me if I was Mom's caregiver. We were both already punchy from the raw, primal excitement of visiting the lumberyard, and I am afraid that we both fell to mad cackling, and the bakery lady was a bit miffed. Now whenever I don't automatically know the location of Mom's reading glasses, she tells me that I'm the worst caregiver ever and I'm fired.
We're like Showtime. We make excitement.
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Date: 2005-09-20 01:38 am (UTC)