One PM, just arrived home–from lunch in the CARE dining room–and I must document (for my “journal” [lol]) I’ve been approached about “save a tree.” It seems one of the CARE residents is unhappy with the tree in her front yard so a new tree will be delivered tomorrow. The Maintenance Supervisor asked if I want it “before I throw it on the burn pile.” Naturally I agreed to take the tree (one-and-one-half years young) and give it “tender loving care.” (I should have my head examined?!)
I’m a “plain” person; I’m not into cosmetics, etc., etc. “The tree” does not look attractive because it is disfigured from recent wind storms. I had assured the CARE resident that it would outgrow the problem “with tender loving care.” Apparently TLC has fallen to me?! (One more project!!)
Pat on the shoulder; postscript: 10:30 AM, July 26th, and the Supervisor has been a “no-show.” (Yesterday, he said “Don’t do anything until I look at the site.”) It was a good idea (pat on the back) but too late (and too hot) to make plans to dig a hole.