No, I didn’t finally snap and kill a pain in the ass and bury the body in my back yard. I’m offended that was your first thought. I’m smart enough to hide a corpse better than that.
And way too lazy to dig that mess.
Tuesday evening I found a notice from the local water, sewage, etc company in my mailbox. Someone would be around on Wednesday for sewer main repair and point repair (I’m reading off the notice), which would require digging in the far left back corner of my back yard. My lovely weeping cherry is in the far left back corner of my back yard, but I called the number on the notice and actually talked to someone at 8:19 that night (which I was expecting so I was only marginally coherent) and he promised to call me if they had to do anything that might hurt the tree.
I kept my phone with me all day at work even tho I can’t really have my phone out when I’m on the circ desk. And of course it rained on Wednesday.
I came home. Checked out the back yard (and realized it really really needs mowing again which sucks because I planned to mow the front on Friday which is supposed to be the non-stormy day this week). No new notice with updated info. No messages from the local sewer guy (I didn’t have the notice with me and couldn’t remember his name when I decided to add his number as a contact so I wouldn’t just dismiss his call — assuming he called — as spam so that’s how I labeled him in my contacts).
Thursday (today) I came home to that. There are deep muddy (I mentioned the 6 out of 7 days of rain per week, yeah?) tire ruts leading back to this far left back corner.
So now I have a full slide show of pics and 33 second video of the destruction. I texted local sewer guy (aka Howard according to the notice) since the notice says for point repair that they seed and straw the excavation pit after construction. Of course I have a burial mound rather than a construction pit. But there’s no straw and presumably no seed either. Howard replied they’ll be back on Monday.
So . . .
First off, kudos for me for not flipping out and running through a gabizillion insane scenarios Tuesday evening or when I walked the path back tonight. I reacted like a normal calm human type being. That’s the cbd oil working.
Second, there’s no damage to the tree. They may have cut some of her farther roots but I planted her 16 years ago so she got the arboreal equivalent of a few paper cuts. I’m sure they stung, but it’s going to take a hella lot more than that to bring her down.
Third — I’m really trying to keep a positive vibe — I only have to mow about half of the back yard now.
Fourth, this should put an end to the groundhog’s tunnel once and for all.
Okay, I’m not really so sanguine, but I’m not clawing myself apart in worry and frustration.
p.s. Torii has been very cat the last few days. There’s just a lot of cat butt in my face and cat on the stove and cst trying to steal anything everything I’m eating and cat puking (I believe there is a connection between the last two). She cowers and runs after puking like she’s in serious trouble but bites my ankle when I reprimand her for trying to snag a piece of vegan bacon (vegan. bacon.) with her claw.
p.p.s. The tire ruts. You see why I’m concerned, right?
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