We arrived at lunch time again this week, having some things to do in the morning. Imagine our surprise to find the backyard covered in a corpse of trees [sic]. We missed the tree slaying ceremony, but arrived in time to dispose of the bodies. Lacking sufficient carpets to roll the corpses in (typical of Brunswick's crime past [I assume]) we were forced to go Dexter on their wooden asses and cut them limb from limb from limb. There was sawdust, branch and leaf all over the place; a veritable tree killing field. We hungrily breathed in the stench of tree death, wallowed in its misery. I can't confirm unholy rites were performed so we could absorb its power...
The clean side path (see previous posts) proved a real advantage as we carried and dragged load after load of now decomposing tree from the backyard to the front. Not only the tree corpses, but also the large wood pile that had been collecting in the backyard. Old joists, studs, more goddam lathers... all out to the truck. Tiring work. And after The Shadow had a run in with a ginormous [medium sized] spider it was a little slower as each piece carefully inspected for arachnid infestation. I'm pleased to report that the unconfirmed unholy rites obviously paid off, no more spiders.
AND THERE NEVER WILL BE MHWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Sunday started with a trip to the tip to empty the trailer of the wood and the truck of Treebeard. Then back to load Treebeards wife into the trailer for a second trip. Goodbye stupid trees, goodbye $300 in fees. Should've bought a Council Transfer Station instead of the Old House, then I could gold plate the Old House with the exorbitant fees I would charge suckers to dispose of tree corpses.
Our electrician stopped by after lunch so the Master's could walk him through the project, seemed easy enough. I think he starts this coming weekend.
While all that ent disposing was going on the Masters continued to rebuild the inside walls and put the third new window in place in the pantry. Hello sun, hello food!
It's taking more and more shape every week.
Photos:
Once was tree, now is a future cat scratching post. Who says we don't care for the environment? We are recycling re-using an annoying tree into our cat enclosure. You could even say we're tree-heroes!
Trees take up a lot of ground space:
Gettin' my cut on:
Alas poor Treebeard, I knew him well. But he was a real jerk so we chopped him down and now he's fertiliser. Let that be a lesson to the rest of you ents trees!
Broom 2: Revenge of the Resurrected. Sometimes you just cant keep dead things in the ground. Except for Treebeard, ain't no comin' back for him.
No trees, no wood, just a pile of dirt:
Even MORE recycled re-used tree (total environmental heroes):
Treebeard's wife, Fimbrethil, didn't heed the lesson, she joined her husband in eternal mulch:
It's got huuuuge... tracts of land:
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