We all attended his Graduation, and then we went out to lunch. Mr. W and my Mom had their own celebration.
So that was a Friday. Saturday morning, I went off with my Daughter to pick strawberries. $17 later, I was burping pink after a really fun morning. Arriving home, I was greeted by the sight of Mr. W, chopping 35 yr old front yard foundation plantings up with the chainsaw.
For just one moment, I thought about going all Fargo on him, but I hate blood and guts. I had mentioned how bad the bushes looked (the deer eat them all the time and they have a fungus) BUT I didn’t understand how that translated into ‘chainsaw the bushes now.’
Adding to the new Clampet-ish ambiance of the house is the huge electric meter, no longer hidden behind a (mangy, fungusy) bush. Plus, there are ugly stumps, which have been a BITCH to dig out. Extra special new project, yay! OTOH, if, while de-stumping, we manage to damage the electric meter, they will replace it with a smaller, less fugly or noticeable version, so I say swing that ax and remove that stump. As long as we don’t chop the house or, ya know, us.
All the surprise chainsaw fun resulted in a testy marriage enhancing discussion. Surprise piles of newly dead bushes made me grouchy. However, I was happy there was three dump runs in one weekend, to get rid of bushes. AND, since he was going anyway, how about taking a ton of old stuff out of the basement? So Yay! For spontaneous cleaning project to go with the chain saw garden project.