Besides dealing with all the old-people's things with the parents this week, the old neighbor next to my dad sent his middle-aged son over to hand-deliver a letter telling my dad he had to sign it.
It went into how my dad needs to hire a tree spade truck thing to properly dig out several 3 foot pine trees planted last year in the guy's yard so that when the tree service I hired to remove an 80 foot maple in my dad's yard doesn't damage his precious make the beast with two backsing midget pines should any limbs fall on them.
AND my dad would be responsible for replacing the 3-effing footers if their health became an issue or they died in the next 12 months.
The truck/spade rental would cost much more than the trees are worth, damage your lawn in the process and go eff yourself ya old tree hugging bastid if you think we're going to shoulder the burden of proof and dicker back and forth next year if your $25 big box retailer trees die.
I diplomatically and politely drafted a letter in return with a gentle "no". After I get my dad to the eye doc appointment that he insists he has (but doesn't) and to an unexpected dental appointment for a cracked tooth, I'll go deliver that letter.
Parent-management is a challenging one this week. And this is just one of many "opportunities" that have occurred with both of them.