I just realized that I need to call home and talk to my parents about some news they gave me over the weekend.  But there is a story there, so I will back up.

April 2008, the Seattle area had some rather interesting weather.  It was hot one week and snowing the next.  It was during this month that a tree in front of my parents house split and half came crashing down on the road.  It could have been worse.  It could have hit my parents' cars, their house, or their neighbor's house, but it did not.  My parents, realizing the hazard this tree posed went out in the freezing weather and darkness and moved the tree out of the road.  While they were at this task, several knucklehead drivers came up and down the road.  One got out and loudly proclaimed she was calling the police in an effort to get my parents to work faster.  My mother replied, "Go ahead! I've already called twice."  Another driver, possibly drunk, stopped just feet from the fallen tree and honked at it.  Thankfully, my parents were not hurt that night.

The tree in question had been in bad shape beforehand.  When I was a teen, our former neighbor had gotten annoyed that several of its branches hung over his property and hacked them off without consulting my parents beforehand.  My parents would have gladly worked out something with him had he mentioned the perceived problem.  Thus, what is left of this tree and the tree next to it are not doing well.  My parents decided recently it would be best to call someone out and get an estimate on how much it would take to remove the dying trees.  They were to get their estimate yesterday.

One of my co-workers is a bit annoyed with his supervisor.  Any time something does not get done in the afternoons, it is automatically this guy's fault in the eyes of several people.  It does not matter that he is not the only one at work, nor is he the one who closes in the evening.  There was even one occasion where he got griped at and he had to remind his supervisor that he had been working in the morning the day before with everyone else, the supervisor included.  While I agree that the supervisor needed to figure out why stuff was not getting done, they are not talking to everyone who works later in the day.  They only go to this one guy.  The latest of these conversations happened yesterday, and I overheard the beginning of it and very quickly found something to do.  I hate listening to those arguments.

At least some of the drama in life is easing up.  Or should I be worried by that?

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About emeree

I am an Air Force veteran. I served as a Security Forces troop for nearly seven years and reached the rank of Staff Sergeant before separating in 2008. My tours of duty were in England and Oklahoma. I live in the Seattle area, which is where I grew up. I used my GI Bill and earned a degree from the University of Washington. I currently work in downtown Seattle and experience all the adventure that comes with that.
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