The tree saga

I have realized that when JB gets upset, his vocabulary level goes up in leaps ands bounds. I know that my husband uses words far beyond my level of comprehension. I hear it when he talks on the phone to people at the hospital or gets in a discussion with a fellow doctor.

I just didn't realize that higher level of language went beyond medicine and into, well, trees for instance.

JB realized this morning that the tree cutting people cut down a big bush on the side of our house. We were outside brushing Scrubs, and he saw it. Suddenly the JB who talks to me in simple words became a man I could barely understand.

And I'm an English major!

"I can't believe they hacked down that bush!" he said. (So this statement was simple enough. But just wait. My point will be proven soon enough.)

"What?" I asked. "Was there something special about the bush?"

"Ugh!" JB said and put his hand on his head. "The problem is multi-factorial!" At this point we are back inside and he is walking around the kitchen, looking for the phone, intent on calling the housing office to complain. "Firstly, from an environmental standpoint, there were native grasses there which provided a micro climate for native species."

"Okay," I said, nodding, attempting to stay with the discussion and not get that glazed over look in my eyes that I sometimes do when I don't have a clue what my husband is talking about.

"But it goes beyond that! Reducing the shade increases energy costs around the houses. We also lost any sense of privacy we may have had, little as it may be."

And then he goes, (and this is word for word dictation folks) "I mean c'mon! Give a guy a chainsaw with an antiquated paradigm of aesthetics and he starts shaping plants into haphazard topiaries."

Hmmmm . . . I think that means he isn't happy the bush got cut down?