Tuesday, May 12, 2009


So I'm laying in bed, mentally preparing for the day.

As beloved granddaughter Paige says, "it's a beautiful sunshiny day".

Working through my mental list. It's dry and I can hear the grass grow. Why not start by cutting the grass. Sounds like a plan.

So I spend an hour catching up on my friends and then mosey down to the barn, open it up. Seems unnaturally bright. The mind reels. Did I leave the light on again? No. Why is it so darn bright?

Then it hits.

Yon tree has tumbled through roof.

So then the litany begins. What's damaged? How's the Bentley? (first things first) Everything seems OK. Then I see the jeep. Suddenly, I'm wishing it was mine, so I wouldn't have to call the owner.

Owners are not as understanding when your cars are ok.



Martha said...

How awful!

kathleen said...

Wow. I can only imagine how shocking it was to see that!

Mrs. Blandings said...

Tell me you didn't think for just a split second, "I could close the door and not tell anyone and deal with this later."? A split second?

Gail, northern California said...

Jeez Louise! I could say, "What next?" but that would be tempting fate or whatever pox has been placed on you.

Toad said...

Closing the door did occur. Luckily, this falls into Mrs. T's territory. She loves dealing with insurance companies, contractors, tc. I do not.

ADG said...

Toad....sorry to learn about your tree problem. We had a gigantic...100 plus year old oak tree fall on our house years ago. High drama. Amazing how large the canopy is on those trees when they are blanketing your house.

home before dark said...

When our honeylocust (hideous and huge) was felled in a summer storm it took out the electricity for us and three of our neighbors...in the hottest week (over 98) of the year. It has been over 15 years and they are still talking about it. My husband, the lawyer, keeps trying to frame it in terms of "An Act of God." One neighbor, particularly after a beer or two will say, "Not my God." Dear, dear.