Neanderpundit

I’ll be on edge until this is done, but nothing I can do about it. I just want these trees down so I don’t have to worry about them falling on something or someone.

I love em, and I hate to see them come down, but I have three, one dead, one dying, one leaning perilously close to the house. And today they come down. Assuming the tree service shows up. it is bloody cold out there, I would not blame them one bit if they did not.

Update: they took a look and ran off. The boss, who does the quoting, apparently doesn’t do the cutting. And they’re short a climber; I don’t blame them, I wouldn’t want to do this job short a man either.

with the Oglet, as previously stated. A lot of road time, but a lot of good time, as well; I have a guy on the inside in STL who told me there would be no news over the weekend, and of course it was as cold as a welldiggers ass, so we went up the Arch and looked around, the oglet, the ogwife, and I, and as it turns out, two more visitors from the Great White Northin a washing machine

This is no time to dance. Or place, neither. The claustrophobic need not apply.

Anyway, we hung out at the top for a while. it was a calm day, thank G-d, so the damned thing wasn’t waving in the breeze, but it was clear as well so you could really enjoy the view.

We ended the day by going to the Old Spaghetti Factory, the only place in north America where I will deliberately eat pasta. The Ogwife decided then and there that she wanted to move to St Louis.

I suppose between osf and Ted Drewes I might agree, but then ferguson. Suppose I will stick some pics up on the book of face eventually.