I talked about “branching out” after the storm. [More]
Yesterday, while enjoying Father’s day by doing six hours of damn yard work, younger feral son Qusay came over on his day off to wish me well and noticed the tree was continuing to split:
There was a lot of weight on that and the slightest swaying in the breeze could have brought the whole thing down, taking down power lines, probably snapping the poles, and doing God-knows-what if a driver happened by at the wrong second.
The city (after I tracked somebody down on Sunday) agreed it was an emergency danger and sent a crew out to take the top off:
Now I’m waiting for my guy to come out and give me a bid on clearing the remains out and another on taking out the rest of the tree if it can’t be saved, my guess being there’s not much point in trying.
The joys of home ownership…
I thought that “damn yard work” was more ‘therapeutic’ than anything else.
Cussing IS therapy.
If its hardwood have it split for firewood.