There’s a popular book from a few years ago titled “Who Moved my Cheese.”  It’s a work/life help book dealing with change in the workplace and life, and the best ways of dealing with inevitable change.

Magoo needs to read this book.  She recoils at change.  Particularly if it is a change SweetGuy or I suggest.

The latest object of her do-not-change-a-thing affection is a bush.  Yes, a large plant.  One of literally thousands of such plants we have on our property.  I want it gone.  She has launched a campaign to keep it.  Even going so far as to name said plant PETE in hopes of humanizing it, in hopes of prolonging its life.

Let me introduce you to Pete and show you why we want to kill (politically more correct = remove) it:

That’s Pete there on the right.  (Please ignore the broken hose reel, and subsequent littered hose.)  Can you see why we want to get rid of Pete?  If not, I’ve created a complex graphic to explain the situation better:

It’s obvious now, isn’t it?  Pete is one of those dreaded invaders of personal space.  Pete leaves us approximately 6 inches to walk past him on the sidewalk.  And, even if we try to squeeze past, he always reaches out and touches us.  Pete hasn’t learned proper social graces.  He’s awkward and is only getting worse with age.

After informing Magoo of our plans to remove Pete (he’s also interloping on our gutter, and dryer vent, he MUST go), she set on a course to save Pete from his impending fate.  In Magoo’s feeble desperation to save said plant, she named him.  She named it.  IT IS AN IT, not a him.

She named the little bugger and now everyone knows him… it… as Pete.

Tomorrow, episode II in the ongoing demise saga of Pete the bush.

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