awful heat that has engulfed us (other than simply refusing to be in it) is escape to 'the pool'. By 'the pool' I mean the indoor pool at my health club. I don't even want to be in a pool outside. It's difficult to go to the car and then to the club (because one must go outside in each of these steps) because I am old and even a minute outside makes me feel like the proverbial dish rag.
But getting in the pool is the great reward and wonderful pleasure from the effort. Rosey and I went to the club to 'work out'. The extent of the real work out for me was about 15 minutes on the treadmill. Yeah, I know; it's pitiful. But I insist that the ensuing 30 or so minutes in the pool spent walking, swimming and doing some yoga-type stuff counts as exercise.
Saturday late morning and afternoon I watched my friendly neighbor child and step-dad mow my yard. I had asked them to do it again this week because we can't seem to keep up with the growth. Another problem associated with hot, wet weather. But when I saw them in the smothering heat, I immediately thought it was not necessary, even if I did want it cut. They kept at it and the yard looks fine; and I've seen them around so I guess they didn't have heat stroke.
The big news for the previous week, though, is the TREE. The tree in my side yard that has taken some hits in stormy weather. Arborist with local tree company says it is damaged; it is not stable; perhaps the electrical wires in the top are actually supporting the tree; the tree should come down. AND (the best part of it all) it'll cost $1,300 to take it down.
I was amazed that my face didn't hit the floor, my eyes didn't pop out and my voice didn't rise several decibles. I was so calm when he handed me the quoted price. It may have been shock because I did feel somewhat numb.
Then my industrious and clever neighbor (no, I'm serious) said he could drop the tree and it would only cost the rent of the saw. THEN my mouth popped open (a pretty common state for me) and I suggested, that while I don't want to spend $1,300 on a dead tree, I really don't want him to kill himself.
He assures me it's doable. Anyway, there are details about service wires to clear up and then we'll decide what to do. The tree is my responsibility, but can create problems for them and me since service wires for both are in the tree.
I wonder how I came to be so fortunate with neighbors who gladly help and are friendly and cheerful to boot. Wish I knew someway to say thanks besides baking bread and cookies.
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