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When I went out this morning, I observed some fairly serious tree surgery going on in the neighborhood. I was debating with myself whether they were merely doing serious surgery or whether the whole tree would be gone by the time I got back.
By the time I got back, they were cleaning up. They had taken all of the branches off the tree, and left the trunk looking like a Y with very short arms. The only reason I can think of for leaving the trunk there is that the power lines are draped through the Y. I am now wondering whether the next step is for the power company to come take up slack in the lines, after which the rest of the tree will go away. I'm not holding my breath on that, though. But it seems like a half-assed way of doing things, and that annoys me.
I guess that proves I'm my father's daughter. I'm going to be one of Those People if I ever hire a contractor, because (a) given the trio of fast/cheap/good and pick two, "good" is not negotiable with me, and (b) I know what "good" looks like.
By the time I got back, they were cleaning up. They had taken all of the branches off the tree, and left the trunk looking like a Y with very short arms. The only reason I can think of for leaving the trunk there is that the power lines are draped through the Y. I am now wondering whether the next step is for the power company to come take up slack in the lines, after which the rest of the tree will go away. I'm not holding my breath on that, though. But it seems like a half-assed way of doing things, and that annoys me.
I guess that proves I'm my father's daughter. I'm going to be one of Those People if I ever hire a contractor, because (a) given the trio of fast/cheap/good and pick two, "good" is not negotiable with me, and (b) I know what "good" looks like.