Better Late Than Never

21 days after Typhoon Songda unleashed it's power on Okinawa, blowing trees and plants, and sheds to pieces, the maintenance people finally came to pick up all the branches we had piled in the front yard.  We rarely use the front door, so it really didn't bother me to have them there.  Heck, it left us with a smaller patch of grass to mow every week.  Personally, I could have lived with it until we moved (31 more days, by the way!)  However, our neighbors behind us were not so accepting of their storm debris.   Practically everyday, the wife was on the phone calling the housing office asking when they were coming out to clear her front yard/ walkway.  She asked nicely then she nagged then she made her displeasure truly known.  Finally, they came.

9 men, chopping and hauling and dragging.  The big trucks came by in the afternoon to cart everything away...just in time for Doug to mow the lawn.

The lesson learned today:

Me:  "Better late than never."  

Doug:  "You don't always have to be the squeaky wheel to get noticed...sometimes you just need to live near the squeaky wheel."