…another day in paradise*.
The old, busted chain link monstrosity needed to be ripped up to make way for our new pvc fence. The ficus and areca had grown among the links for 20 years, weaving their roots so inexorably through the thing that even a chain threaded through them and hooked to my Grand Cherokee broke under the pressure of trying to extricate them. Twice.
Our tree guys (NOT our tree guys anymore, even though we’d been good customers for over 10 fecking years!) wouldn’t go near it, not wanting to damage their equipment. Really?
Enter… the Man! He of sawsall, chainsaw and whatever those other saw thingamys are. He did succeed in getting the chain link up but I’m telling you; it was dang struggle.
He assesses the situation and proceeds to dig deep into his tool box.
Things happen, albeit slowly. There is hope. Until… (you saw this coming, right?) the fence lady came by today and told him that the roots had to be removed two feet under the ground.
Enter her tree guy, who is happy to do the work… after they mark the yard for utilities. Bless his heart.
Next time, tune in for the Man knocking down a concrete structure to make way for the new fence. That will occur this coming weekend and I’m thinking of filming part of it.
Everything done, the fence will go in next week! At my age I’m not holding my breath. Whenever is good enough for me, just get it right. Right?
*I am drowning in sarcasm today. Help me.