Termites and Trees, A Homeownership MMP

I live such an excitatin’ life! Last Firday, da cave had it’s annual termite inspection. It’s also time to retreat for termites. This time around, since I have a new bug company, it will be a ten year contract cause that’s how they do it. The treatment part itself is $990.00, which is enough to make me go :eek:. On top of that the annual renewal is $145.00 after the first year, which is $1215 over ten years, which again makes me all :eek:. All together that’s $2205, again :eek:. Or at least it was all :eek: right after we talked and I signed the agreement. Then I started thinking, when you look at it over ten years, it comes out to about $18.35 a month, which does not make me all :eek:. Da cave gets termite treated on August 24th, provided it doesn’t rain. They drill little holes all around the foundation and such for the treatment, hence it cannot be on a rainy day. So, I need all your prayers, incantations, appropriate/inappropriate appendage crossing’s, mojo or whatever ya got on that day, ok?

What about the tree you ask? Is it termite infested? Why no but it is the other part of the MMP which I shall now get to. Patience children, patience.

As most of y’all know, my job situation over the past two and a half years has been, shall we say, weird. However, ATT is now providing me with a fairly good income and since I don’t have a cave payment anymore (woohoo!) things have been lookin’ up. Thus, I want to redo the floorin’ in the dining room, living room, kitchen and laundry room. So I’ve been doin’ some figurin’ and lookin’ and have decided that I could get this done this Fall for around $2500 bucks, again a figure that makes me all :eek:, but doable. Plus I really do need to get the floorin’ in those rooms redone. So, Firday after I calmed down re the termite stuff, I was feelin’ pretty good and just thinking’ I’m goin’ ahead this Fall with the new floors. Then…… The tree happened.

I have a really nice Bradford Pear tree in the backyard but it’s lookin’ kinda all wonky as of late. As in, might need to get taken down before it falls wonky. I’d take a pic and show y’all if I could remember where the heck my digital camera is hidin’ out. I swear, it’s just disappeared into thin air! Or somewhere inside my computer desk. Anywho, I’m on the back porch all relaxated, beerverage in hand, watchin’ a storm come up. The wind picks up, tree is swayin’ a bit then I hear crrrrrrrrrrack… this is not good thinks I. It’s a biiiiiiiiiig ass limb hangin’ up in the tree. Hangin’ there mind you, too big to yank down, so I will need to get up there with a saw to cut off some smaller branches to get the thing down. OK, I think, I’ll deal but needed to get back inside as it was startin’ to rain. So, back to the porch I go. I hear another crrrrrrrrrack… and there’s a biiiiiiiiiiig ass limb layin’ on the ground. Luckily it fell the one way it could and not hit the awnin’ over the back porch. Now, I’m all worried. Mayhaps instead of worryin’ about new floorin’, I need to get the tree guys (What? I have tree guys, doesn’t everybody?) out to take down that tree plus another Bradford Pear in the front of da cave that’s also near da cave, as it’s startin’ to look kinda wonky too. I’m figurin’ on possible a thousand to twelve hundred bucks for that, another figure that makes me all :eek:.

Le sigh. Looks like no new floorin’ for da bear. Pity me. :smiley:

Thus, the joy of homeownership. Just when I think I’m gettin’ ahead, da domicile looks at me and says, “you got another think comin’ then bear!”

Thus endeth the OP. Hijack away!

I can identify with the tree thing. A big tree out front within easy falling-on-the-roof distance was sparsely leafed this year, and already, all the leaves are turning brown. It’ll provide us a lot of firewood, but it’s too big and too close for us to do it ourselves.

Just when we were about to pay off one humongo bill and start piling up a reserve… :frowning:

Still, it beats renting.

[drunken angel chorus]VACATION!!![/dac]
: pushes Fool Button[sup]TM[/sup] repeatedly :

:smiley:

swampy, I don’t envy your costs. Of course, I’ve been renting this apartment for 12 years, and I still have no equity to cash in for this week’s blackjack and hookers.:wink:

Obviously I need to become a tree remover instead of a caterer.

It’s late and I should be in bed but instead I’m having an anxiety attack instead.

Heh. I’m trying to get out of home ownership on one side of the state and I’m seriously considering buying some land and a trailer next door to Irish Brother. It’s good to have your own place.

If that makes no sense, I’ve been up since 5:30 yesterday morning and I really need to go to sleep.

Morning all! Up and caffeinating here, apparently on Swampy time this AM because I woke up at 3:30 :eek:

Aww, sorry for your troubles, Swampy; I’ll definitely be sending mojo vibes on the 24th. Those darned Bradford pear trees, though, are way more trouble than they’re worth, unfortunately. Better to take them out now before something drastic happens, which with them is entirely possible. You’ll get around to the new floors next spring, I’ll bet!

Happy Monday all. :slight_smile:

Nice OP, swampus - home ownership sucketh sometimes. I’ll keep some appendages crossed for you though!

It’s been a busy weekend over here. I was woken up at 7.15am on Saturday by the arrival of a small skip, and shortly afterwards the fencing man turned up to start work in the back garden. He spent the day digging out tree roots and brambles, and removing a section of broken fence, then replacing it with concrete bases and wooden panels to give us a solid boundary. It looks much better now, and we are considering paying him to come back and dig out the rest of the garden because he’s so good at it!

Saturday night I took 'im indoors and a friend to a party in Brummyjam, was fun trying to find the place as there’s a lot of new building in the area we were going to and the satnav doesn’t have updated maps with the new road layout on it so it kept trying to send me through bits that didn’t actually have a road on them. Anyway, we found it eventually and had a good time - we left about 1am when the drunkards decided they’d had enough.

Sunday was busy, George came back to finish the fence panels and I went to my friend’s house to help her repair the side attic in her house. The roof beams had been covered with hardboard to protect the inside but some of it had collapsed so we took all the old panels off and replaced them with new ones. Not an easy job as there’s very little light in there, not much room to manoeuvre, and some quite tight squeezes. So I had an entertaining afternoon of drilling and screwing, punctuated by tea and gossiping. Job was finished by early evening in time for my well-earned bath.

This week I’m busy doing all sorts of things at home and next Monday we’re off to Budapest for two weeks of festivalling and partying with friends. I can hardly wait!

Ah yes, the joys of cave ownership. Mind you, in my case it’s more things like computer ownership, with things like my laptop’s battery deciding to give up the ghost, the store refusing to help me figure out what kind of battery do I need…

Store Fixit Guy: it’ll be €42 to send it to the laptop-repair people, plus whatever they charge for the estimate
Me: but I don’t want an estimate, you know and I know it’s a fried battery, I want specs for it so I can get a new one
SFG: the specs should be in your bill
Me: all my bill says is ‘8 cell battery’, are all 8-cell batteries the same?
SFG: well, no
Me: then I need the complete specs, please
SFG: but we don’t do that…
Me: rite.
Store Fixit Gal to Store Fixit Guy: I’ve got a feelin’ she won’t be buying from us again. Just a feelin’, mind you.
In other exciting an’ terribly interesting news, today as I was carrying some stuff to my car I had one of those “gas couples” in front of me. As y’all know, human groups are like gas and do their best to occupy all available space, except in church and in bars, where everybody tries to stay right at the door; then the pastor, priest or barman needs to get the solidified group to sublimate and proceed as intended, occupying all available space thank you.

This pair were one of those that manage to take up the whole sidewalk while walking side by side, when it’s a sidewalk wide enough for five people. She walked on the right, closest to the buildings; he on the left. They’d waver and weave as different items (store windows, cars, children on the opposite sidewalk) attracted their attention, but keep returning to what we might call lanes 2 and 4 on the sidewalk, thus blocking it quite nicely. At one point, he saw a sports store and weaved from lane 2 to 5 in order to admire some ready-to-engrave trophies; she moved over to 2, but of course she couldn’t just stand with her arms crossed looking at him down her nose, oh no! In true jotera fashion, her hands went to her hips and her elbows stuck out as far as possible, because what’s the point of going akimbo if you’re not going to take up as much space as you can; go, woman, see if you can sing loud enough and long enough to get that darn accordion to shut up before you do! I swear, sometimes I think the reason most jota songs end with a final accordion riff is the way the accordionist has of going “neener neener” to the singers…

It was the kind of thing that if you’re in the right mindset is absolutely hilarious to watch and if you’re in a hurry makes you completely stabby.

Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. Yes, I know, it is a day off but I did sleep until six a.m.

It is allegedly not supposed to rain until later today, so I shall tackle the two limbs from the tree. Which means as soon as I am awake enough and it is light enough out, I get to play with my chainsaw. :smiley:

Nava people like that make me all stabby. I would’ve “accidentally” run into 'em with my armload of stuff. Extra points if you do bodily injury. You’re way too nice.

When do you take off for Vegas **doggio[/d]? Is Nelly in charge while you’re gone?

Herbs da domicile doin’ stuff like that to me is just part of life. After all, we must all get our aggravation from somewhere.

Get some sleep spaz.

Ok, more caffiene needed. Brekkies too, I guess. Chainsawin’ awaiteth.

Swampy, Bradford pears are absolutely gorgeous in the spring when flowering; but notorious for losing limbs in light breezes. A good tropical storm or a near miss by a tornado, and you have a nekkid trunk with a yard full of brush.

VWife wants a couple. I’ve successfully said no. I have enough trouble with my self-pruning peecan tree.

Blurf, y’all. Gotta go forage.

blurf

Morning, gang. Monday! Bah humbug!

Something’s going on with my back. I guess it’s sciatica or something, and it’s not excruciating, but I wish to hell it would quit already! I’ve stretched it, and heating padded it, and walked some (that was not good!) - it’ll quit when it’s ready I guess. Three days is enough, I say!

We had an ash tree removed a few years ago. It wasn’t broken limbs we were worried about though. It was planted too close to the house, and the roots were messing up the foundation. Here’s a before and after pic. Looks much better now with the new oak!

Better see about doing some work.

Have a great day, everyone! And cross your fingers that Mr Rebo’s job comes through, please. :slight_smile:

Ah, yes, the proverbial termite contract. If you live down south, you must have them.

Oh, and, bear, if your guys will do two trees for $1,200, will you ask them if they travel to Florida?

I love having trees around the house but they certainly are PITA.

rebo, have you been wearing different shoes? I’ve had mine act up when I’ve worn new ones for a long time. Hope it feels better soon.

Boofae said “screwing.” SNERK!

Quiet weekend and I’m at work now trying to get things done before the Dizzy Test. I am cranky cause my directions said no caffeine for 24 hours before the test. :mad:

I’ll let you all know how it went.

Tupug

Y’know, I think I like being able to foist repair bills on our landlady…
Nava, many humans need Walking Lessons, to teach them how to use a sidewalk in a civilized fashion. And I need spiked elbow pads. I hate most pedestrians.
Yesterday was a complete wash- feeling sick and dizzy and like passing out- but today promises to be much better. And it’s a holiday, hooray! And the #!@$#ing garbage workers strike is over (finally, after 35 days) and we’re supposed to have garbage pickup tomorrow.

My sympathies, swampy – I’ve had the “Looming Tree Of Doom” for a couple of years myself. This view out my office* window shows the two trees that straddle the property line between my neighbor and myself (although they’re most definitely on our side of the line). That taller one is d-e-a-d dead, and the estimates we’ve gotten put it at around a thousand bucks to get it gone. Much as I’d love to, that’s cash we simply don’t have. So, we deal with things like this, and avoid going out in the back yard on windy days (care for a closer look at that one? I managed to pull most of that down using a rope and grappling hook. I was quite the badass that day. Or dumbass…one or the other).

*Side tangent: I have to get used to saying “former office”, since what was my office on Friday is now my nephew’s bedroom. After years of walking on egshells around her fricking jackass of a boyfriend, my wife’s sister finally packed up and left him. So, now the third floor of Casa de Briston belongs to my sister-in-law and nephew. The weekend was spent moving my office into our bedroom (I telecommute, so I have to have my full desk setup) – every piece of me aches, but woohoo, my nephew now has a male influence around the house who doesn’t think punching holes in walls is a valid expression of displeasure.

I’m up, caffeinated, and off to [del]work[/del] clean the kitchen.

swampy, I’m kenneling them since Nelly would probably party harder than I would. Since Gordie ate another pair of shows, I might let him stay at the Peking Moon instead.

Hey, Hal!

Appendages crossed for Mr. Rebo.

Bradford pears are gorgeous in the spring but boy, do they stink! I can’t stand the way the flowers smell. Over the last ~8-10 years they started to become popular in the Northeast so I saw a lot of them. But fortunately, it’s too cold here for them to grow.

We had our dinner club dinner on Saturday night at someone else’s house. Great food, especially a bright pink beet pasta that she made. Super yummy.

My third picture was the wrong one. Hereis the correct one.

Ahh, that makes a lot more sense. I was wondering that looked better than the “after” pic. :slight_smile:

swampbear, the 24th is my birthday, so all the rain in the country will probably be here.

About twenty years ago, the Bradford Pear was the darling of every tree expert. Perfect shape without pruning, purty flowers, no significant fruit to bother with, and great color in the fall. How. Ever, the narrow crotch angles make it susceptible to major wind damage. Not just a limb or two, either. A third or more of the tree will break off, tearing away that much of the trunk. There’s usually no choice but to take down the rest of it.

Damn tree experts. E pluribus Gad.