Generally speaking, Mike and I are quite compatible. That doesn’t mean that we agree about most things, (HA! Far from it!) but we politely agree to disagree. As I often tell him, he does have the right to be wrong. So if he wants to watch some black and white movie about World War I with closed captioning, I simply watch something on my television with the sound on. Since it is grilling season in Vermont, he likes to have hamburgers, hot dogs, and steaks a whole lot more than I. But he can grill his meat selection and I’ll make something heavy on the vegetarian side. Right now, I am in a spicy lentil salad loop. I made up a big batch—meal planning solved for the week. However, we are never going to agree about this: Our yard is pretty open and sunny. About 18 years ago this tree was a little sprout next to the wood shed. It is a box elder. In my mind this is a weed tree. I wanted to pull it up right away, but Mike said ...
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