In spite of the wind and the rain, I am looking forward to this day. I promised myself that I would go to the movies. Today is senior day. That means a price cut. Suddenly from outside, I hear a big boom. What in the world is that? It could be a traffic accident, or an airplane breaking the sound barrier. It could be a backhoe dropping a load. It certainly made a lot of noise. Looking out the window, I see nothing.
I am still in my pajamas. There is a knock at the door. It is my neighbor, Butch. He asks me to come outside and have a look. With jacket tossed over PJ's, I follow him outside, around the garage. Oh my gosh! Half of a maple tree has fallen between our two houses. It has taken down Butch's gutters and my gutters. It forced branches in the roof of my garage. It swiped Burtch's antennae off his mast and bent the mast. Butch reports that the pole is four feet in the ground, set in concrete and the hollow pipe is also filled with concrete. The force of the tree falling has made the mast list about 15 degrees. That is a lot of force. Butch says that the mast took the brunt of the falling tree. If it wasn't there, there would be a lot more damage to his house.
Back into the house I go. Get dressed. Grab camera. Take a lot of photos in the wind gusts and pouring rain. Drive to the photoshop to get the photos developed. Meanwhile, a public works crew is here. I had called them earlier to report the downed city tree.
There is lots of noise for at least an hour. The crew take the limb down. It is as big as a tree trunk and about half the volume of the tree. They cut up the tree limbs and take them away.
The backhoe also takes out my gutter downspout. My wire fence is bent and....could it be? My weather vane is gone. When the crew pulled branches off my roof, they also pulled the weather vane off. Where is it? I check the ground all over. It is no where to be found.
The back yard has branches. The crew goes into the backyard to get those branches. In the process, they pull up a newly planted pear tree and take it away. It must have looked like just one more branch to them. I go to the movies and forget everything for a while.
That was yesterday. Today, my neighbor and I compose a letter to the city informing them of the damage. I enclose the photographs. Butch calls a roof man and a gutter man. We will get estimates and forward the estimates to the city. I am sure that our claim will be honored. We will be back in business in no time at all.
I am still in my pajamas. There is a knock at the door. It is my neighbor, Butch. He asks me to come outside and have a look. With jacket tossed over PJ's, I follow him outside, around the garage. Oh my gosh! Half of a maple tree has fallen between our two houses. It has taken down Butch's gutters and my gutters. It forced branches in the roof of my garage. It swiped Burtch's antennae off his mast and bent the mast. Butch reports that the pole is four feet in the ground, set in concrete and the hollow pipe is also filled with concrete. The force of the tree falling has made the mast list about 15 degrees. That is a lot of force. Butch says that the mast took the brunt of the falling tree. If it wasn't there, there would be a lot more damage to his house.
Back into the house I go. Get dressed. Grab camera. Take a lot of photos in the wind gusts and pouring rain. Drive to the photoshop to get the photos developed. Meanwhile, a public works crew is here. I had called them earlier to report the downed city tree.
There is lots of noise for at least an hour. The crew take the limb down. It is as big as a tree trunk and about half the volume of the tree. They cut up the tree limbs and take them away.
The backhoe also takes out my gutter downspout. My wire fence is bent and....could it be? My weather vane is gone. When the crew pulled branches off my roof, they also pulled the weather vane off. Where is it? I check the ground all over. It is no where to be found.
The back yard has branches. The crew goes into the backyard to get those branches. In the process, they pull up a newly planted pear tree and take it away. It must have looked like just one more branch to them. I go to the movies and forget everything for a while.
That was yesterday. Today, my neighbor and I compose a letter to the city informing them of the damage. I enclose the photographs. Butch calls a roof man and a gutter man. We will get estimates and forward the estimates to the city. I am sure that our claim will be honored. We will be back in business in no time at all.
Labels: goodbye maple tree
posted by gardenbug at Thursday, December 10, 2009
4 Comments:
Yikes!
Christmas is so hectic. I don't need one more thing that requires my attention during the season. The tree fell at a most inconvenient time. Is there ever a convenient time? My tenant needs her bedroom ceiling painted and my tenant in Orange reports water damage because there are no gutters on that house. I guess I am arranging for gutters in Orange. Where is Santa Claus when I need him?
Where is Santa anyway? We've come back to Australia needing to go to the dentist, buy a new hot water heater, get Dan a pair of reading glasses, Dan's car is leaking coolant, and the mattress on the bed is shot. I'm afraid to get out of bed to see what's next!
Some days, there is always something.....
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