Reason we need to move 1-the old man

Have ever met a person that's always grumpy? You know it could be 73 degrees, sunny and when you comment on the beautiful day, he says rain is supposed to be coming later. Yeah? Well, maybe you met my neighbor, the mean old man. I'm actually thinking we had that conversation once but I am not sure as I try to block all meetings with him out of my mind. For his privacy, I am showing his picute ala June Cleaver style:


Note the obvious frown and the fist shaking in the air. This is his usual stance.
I could bore you (or scare you) with his numerous antics, complaints, etc. but I am going to describe a conversation we had with him yesterday.
Setting the stage--we are in a fairly 'new' neighborhood. We all have two to three trees in our front yards given by the builder. Recently the trees have started to mature and finally give shade during our triple digit summers. Well early in the morning, our homeschool morning was disturbed by the annoying sound of a wood chipper. It turns out our neighbor had someone come out and chop down his trees, completely.
I panicked thinking it must have been some really wacky tree disease and mentioned it to the verybusydadwith4.
The next day, the verybusydadwith4 sees mean old man.
"Hey, what happened to to your trees," sweet verybusydadwith4 inquires.
"Chopped 'em down," mean old man mutters.
"What was wrong with them?" verybusydaywith4 continuing the painful conversation.
"Too many acrons," he grumbles.
"Yeah," verybusydadwith4 said always trying to find the good side of people. "They can be a pain."
"I don't like picking 'em up," her pauses. "I don't like 'em."
And then he went inside.
It's just one of the reasons I really want, no need, to move.