Breakfast for Lunch
Our bishop/home teacher (he’s both) invited us to breakfast at lunch time. (Yes, you can do that sort of stuff when you’re retired… the bishop… not me.) We had a an enjoyable bacon, eggs and pancake breakfast and then a home teaching lesson.
It’s funny, yesterday morning the place was covered with snow, and today, it is melting as fast as it was falling the day before. As the temperatures warm, all of that thick wet snow is disappearing.
On our way to the bishop’s house, there were a couple of trucks out front. I noticed an orange NYSEG truck. When we came back, one of our maple trees was gone. All that was left was a stump and sawdust.
You’d think they would contact us.
“Hey, we’re going to cut down one of your trees and haul it off,” is what I would expect to hear.
I’m not sure who to call.
“Hey, did you cut down my tree?” would be a question that I’m sure would result in a day of being transferred all over their phone system.
And, who said they can have all the wood?
Do I have to cut my trees down and split the wood before they get to it?
Is this a race to see who can cut down trees first?
I wonder if they have a lady there named Lucy. I’d like to contact her and say, “Lucy, you got a lot of ‘splainin’ to do.”
Something tells me if I offer to let them keep the wood in exchange for a lower gas bill this winter the they are just going to laugh at me.