Lost in Translation
Our introvert-would-not-be-strong-enough neighbor appears to be getting all of his trees cut back today and yesterday. That’s good! We’re thrilled to see him actually taking care of his property. But then I’m watching out the back window as I see tree branches falling into our backyard and possibly even taking out a part of our fence.
Hmm.
So I go over to talk to the nice young Hispanic men who are doing the work. Oh oh. They don’t speak a word of English. Not even the foreman. I don’t know a lick of Spanish. We somehow manage via hand signals and perplexed expressions to communicate what the issue is, and he starts walking to my fence gate to help me get the tree branches out of my yard.
And then I remember to yell, “Perros!”
And I think, “Thank you, Amores Perros!”
UPDATE: Oh my God, they cut a bunch of our trees. Really badly. Oh my God.
Mom2fur said,
June 11, 2006 @ 4:55 pm
Oh, gosh–I thought perros meant dogs? I’m pretty sure you said, “loves dogs.” I’m sorry about your trees. I hope they don’t take too long to grow back again! Can you work out something with your neighbor to have them trimmed to look a little nicer?
Terri said,
June 13, 2006 @ 11:04 am
Heh, yeah — I meant that mind was able to pull out the Spanish word for dog at the las possible moment [to warn him about our dogs behind the gate] because of the movie, Amores Perros.
mapgirl said,
June 13, 2006 @ 12:13 pm
Oh dear. They hacked off your trees too? oops. Hopefully they’ll grow fast this summer.
Mom2fur said,
June 16, 2006 @ 3:11 pm
Oh, GOSH! I thought you called the guy a dog by accident! I thought, “no wonder he chopped up her trees!” Glad to hear you really know what you were doing, LOL!