Saturday, September 20, 2008
I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay
You know you haven't blogged in a long time when your neighbor gets on your case (nicely, of course). Sorry about the silence; it's been a grueling week, including not one but two projects due AND the sudden death of a co-worker.
I've got plenty to say (don't I always?), but I'll start with our adventures with the city. As I've mentioned before, we have a problematic chinaberry tree that is attempting to kill off our fig tree. We got our tree-removal application in under the wire (the wire being the fee hike from $75 to $500 -- ow, ow, ow), and we've been waiting to hear from the city.
Earlier this week, the assigned staff person from the planning department called, then visited, then talked to the arborist, then called again to fill us in. He was friendly, informative, and efficient -- what more could you ask for from city staff?
Next up is going before the Historic Preservation Commission. When I filed the application in August, they said it would be several months before the matter would come before the HPC, but by my count it's about seven weeks. Hurrah for municipal efficiency. Take that, Daily Bullet-In! (Oh, wait, ragging on the DB for its Pomona coverage is Ed's job, not mine.)
We're not keen on killing off trees, by any means, so if the HPC tells us to just trim the heck out of the tree (the only alternative, for a whole bunch of reasons), we'll do that in good cheer. Mainly, I'm just impressed by the whole experience so far. I guess it could all go pear-shaped, but I can't imagine how (famous last words).
In the meantime, I just hope our neighbors don't see the hearing notice posted on our front window and assume we've been foreclosed upon.