Money Where Your Mouth Is – Part 5
The Clean Up:
The tree was down and now the clean up –
I didn’t realize the amount of chippings that would be left, also my husband had decided he wanted some of the wood for the fireplace. Now, I would have a fire every night and did so when we could acquire coal but I know the arguments all to well from the “master of the house” _
too late to light a fire (5:pm)- real meaning- I can’t be bothered to go out to the garage to get the wood.
That is the last of the stack real meaning- there is more but I don’t want to chop wood today.
The wood isn’t dry enough. real meaning -it is cold and snowy out there – I don’t want to go and get it
Never had that argument when I could put on a couple of pieces of coal but I certainly wasn’t going to look at that pile of wood all summer, I have had enough of eyesores!
Anyway, knowing how good intentions and ‘I am going to get to that” become irritants in my life, I offered up the left over wood to those that would move , chop and benefit. The great pile of sawdust was moved by two little boys
I, obviously, could not use grandchild enforced labor for the whole clean up. A trip to the internet turned up some handymen/ women . I have to say the quotes from 40 to 85 dollars an hour were surprising.
Finally I found a company “Tactical Home Services Unit” http://www.thsunit.com/. I was so pleased I did .
They were amiable to not only clearing the shrubs and brush , digging holes for my “planting idea” for the front of the lot( wrought iron arch and gate providing a frame work for climbing roses , similar shrubs to tie in ( eventually ) with the front evergreen hedges in front of our original lot)
building a fence and to take on whatever else we required as time went on and then the history of Charleston Village came back to haunt.
To be continued