Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Animals and those creepy alien-type things on Stargate: Today I am pleased to turn over my humble little blog to my favorite wife, My-Sugar-Na! Please give her your undivided attention.
After attending a MyCommunityNOW bloggers meeting last night I decided that my husband doesn't talk about West Allis enough in his blog so I am guest blogging. Here goes.....
West Allis really is a great place to live. I've lived in many parts of Milwaukee, from Bay View to the NW side of the city. I even moved down to Racine for a while and then left WI all together for a few years, only to be lured back to Milwaukee. My family has only lived in West Allis for a few years, but I really like the community. The residents in my neck of West Allis are friendly enough and tend to keep their houses and yards well-kept. A bonus, I thought, is that the city trims the tree branches away from the utility lines once a year. That's a great service and saves me the time and money of having to hire someone to do that chore.
Recently the trees in our neighborhood received their annual trimming. I didn't think anything of the tree trimming sign in the road (except that is was blocking my drive way and I had to drive up the curb to get into the drive) and I didn't even pay attention to the workers with chain saws or the wood chipper doing its thing. I was actually glad to see my tax dollars at work.
Then it happened. The tree in front of our house was really trimmed down; way down. All the branches were gone; the only thing left was the bare trunk. I didn't even notice. My husband told me when he realized that the dog's two tree potty stop was a little brighter than usual. Maybe the trimmers got carried away and took off too much or we misbehaved in the community and were being punished or maybe the tree was just sick.
Not knowing what was going on and being too lazy to call someone to find out, we just accepted that fact that we now had a bare tree trunk in the front of the house. At least we would have an interesting landmark to tell people about when giving directions to our house...when you get to the giant stick in the ground, you've found us.
A few days ago I got home from work to find the tree trunk was gone. Wow, either vandals were at work or we really did something naughty!!!
Yesterday I got home from work to see that the "Digger's Hotline" workers had made a visit to our front yard. The underground utilities were pointed out with spray paint and little flags.
I asked my husband what he planned to dig for in the front yard - this is the same guy who made us use the broken kitchen faucet for two years because he didn't think he knew how to replace it and then boasted on his blog about practically being a plumber!!! Needless to say, he's not very mechanically inclined. The thought of him digging holes in the yard scared me to death. Come to think of it, if he dug holes in the yard where would he park cars during State Fair????
After a whole lot of reassurances that he was not planning on nor intending to dig anything resembling a hole in the front yard we realized that the tree that was first shaved and then cut down would be completely gone. The stump was going to be dug up.
Poor tree.... I wonder if we will ever we worthy enough to have another tree in out yard again? I'm sure this is my husband's fault. He probably wanted the tree gone to make it easier for State Fair parkers to get in and out of the yard.
