Right, so the day before yesterday, I was going out to get my mail and my yard mans brother, who had been in my neighbors yard trimming the palms, walked down the middle of the street my way, asking me if I wanted my palms trimmed, too. Now, Rock Chicks and Rock Gurus, for those of you who dont live near palm trees, they have to be trimmed once a year. If they arent, they leak chaf which messes up your pool and makes your neighbors hate you. So even though trimming the palms requires you hiring someone to come onto your property and commence in death-defying activities that make you fear for their lives and reconsider if telemarketing is REALLY the job you would most hate to have, it must be done. Therefore, I said yes. Thus, yesterday afternoon, the man, his big-ass chain, and his spiked boots, carrying his chainsaw shows up at my house. And it begins. He shimmies up my tall palms with their narrow trunks and wields his chainsaw, heavy fronds dropping and crashing on my new landscaping. I do my best to ignore this, even though Im in my office and my palms are right outside the window (therefore failing to ignore it, completely). But this isnt the good part. The good part is, he survives. The other good part is, he gets out his blower to clean up all the debris and chaf. As you do, I went out on my balcony to watch, thinking there are three things that would get me out in that heat: 1) If I was in my pool. 2) If I was sitting beside my pool with a beverage. 3) If I had a kickass blower and could blow shizzle everywhere. Those things ROCK! Even when its boring at Casa De La Rock Chick, its not boring. Rock on!
Posted on: Thu, 19 Jun 2014 15:21:44 +0000
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