SMASH!

So...last week there was a big storm. I had run out to the post office to mail some shop orders, and in the meantime, Larry had gotten home. He called me to tell me that a large branch had come down in our yard and busted part of our fence. Crap.

When I got home, I found this:

I don't know about you, but I do not consider this "a branch". I consider this - holy shit - A TREE! This "branch" is over 60 feet long and pretty much fills our backyard.

I then proceeded to say "holy shit" about 64 times in a row.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

There was tree everywhere.


Luckily, our house, our shed, and most importantly, our pups and us - were not damaged!

But still - what a freaking mess.


Also, our power was out. While we were inspecting the fallen "branch" we heard several transformers explode. Then we heard sirens. A fire engine stopped in front of our house. An overhead electrical wire had snapped and was dangling into our front yard. The fire department put yellow caution tape around our yard. They lit some flares. Then they left.


The power stayed out for three days.

Luckily, we had some emergency supplies: candles, beer, and our smart phones. That was fun for the first night.

By the second night it got kind of old. Also, hot (no air conditioning). And smelly (no dishwasher + a big pile of dirty dishes that we weren't about to wash by hand).

Power outage + candlelight + beer + Jack Kerouac = cure for insomnia!

That wasn't all though - this morning our neighbors decided to trim the massive Sycamore tree in their front yard on their own. One of them fell out of the tree, and another one pounded on our door. We had to call 911. An ambulance came. I think the guy had a broken arm, but is otherwise ok.

This is why we will leave the removal of the "branch" in our back yard to professionals.