And By Wordless, I Mean With Words

My roof:

That’s what the roof looked like on Tuesday morning before the arborist tree guy came.

It came from a split-trunk white oak in the neighbor’s yard, a tree that had been the subject of several conversations with the neighbor since October. Apparently, one trunk decided it was done at 7pm Monday night. Over, finished, shuffling off this mortal coil, kaputt, fin.

CC called insurance, the neighbor, and the tree service. All the neighborhood gathered across the street to observe. I was informed by a little girl in a red wagon that a tree had fallen on our house.

I went for a run and then had an ice cream sandwich.

This morning at 3:20am the other trunk also gave up, taking the ash in front of it along for the ride. The ash hit our roof and the oak landed on our deck, the new batting cage, and the ladder CC bought yesterday to get up to the roof to assess the damage from the first trunk.

CC and I checked everything out and then spent a little quality time together. Then he made cornbread and bacon.

I love my husband.

The tree guy arborist said white oaks all over the area are falling. Anything that got damaged in October is now soaking up all the rain and coming down, crack crack smash.

Again, we’re lucky. It didn’t hit #4, who was on her way out to walk Team Puggle when it fell– much like how the tree that fell in October just barely missed #1 by feet and seconds. Even though the roof has extensive damage, the attic goes the whole length of the house. So where the tree broke through is in the attic, and daylight isn’t hitting our bedrooms.

Last night I was the only one who heard the tree fall. This is hilarious to me. That shizz is loud. Seven people in the house; even the damn dogs didn’t wake up and it happened literally right over their heads.

This morning, the guy who took care of the tree yesterday was passing by to check out his handiwork and came across a whole new scene with bonus trees, so he stopped. While everyone was outside checking out the damage, Casey took the opportunity to relieve us of the remaining bacon.

Today, here’s what I’m grateful for:

1) My husband, for dealing with all that crap

2) Nobody got hurt.

3) Frank B. Swift, Inc tree service for being total pros and all-around good guys

4) Blue tarp.

What are you grateful for today?


30 thoughts on “And By Wordless, I Mean With Words

  1. Good Grief! I’m glad everyone is OK! I certainly hope the tree guy is sending the invoice to your neighbor. Your insurance Co. too. I’m grateful that’s not my house. That sounds wrong. Sorry. It’s just that, well, I’ve had enough structural damage from freak weather in the last six months to last me a few years. (I did several 12-hour days in my gardens last week, only to have hail trash everything the day after I finished. *Sigh*) OK, so I’m grateful for air conditioning. Any day that’s humid and over 70 I’m grateful for AC … in my car, my house, in stores … anywhere I can find it. If I didn’t have AC I’d probably have to kill someone. Maybe multiple people.

    1. No no, I get it. I’m actually happy we don’t have our neighbor’s house. They got pummeled in the hurricane, like house-not-liveable pummeled, and were not unscathed in the other storms. Plus, it’s their trees. Bummer about the hail! And I am sooo with you on the AC. Humidity- bah!

  2. I am SO grateful that your kids didn’t get whacked by the tree!! I have a similar tree next door (but bigger) and a similar “neighbor” who refuses to concede that her two giant oaks, one of which leans 90% over our yard & house, are a danger, despite the fact that one doesn’t even have leaves on it anymore. She already had one tree in the way back crash into our yard, and refused to pay for the removal of it, or damage to the fences on both sides. So … what is wrong with people??
    Happy you got your ice cream sandwich!!!

    1. I love how you put neighbor in quotes. As to what is wrong with people, well, that’s a large question. One I do like to answer with ice cream sandwiches.

  3. Am grateful that you, CC, and #’s 1 thru 5……plus Team Puggle were not hurt. AND, and…..cornbread and bacon sound yummy!

  4. Wow! Really glad you are all okay. Our neighborhood is prone to falling trees (and power lines) can be frightening when the larger ones come down. But hey, at least you got bacon out of the deal which totally makes it okay 🙂

    1. And so did Casey! We also had a note from the power company yesterday that they’re going to trim some of our other trees, which is an excellent thing. We have lots that need to be addressed.

  5. Um… what the eff. Period. Not question mark. You had to have been like, “are you KIDDING me with this?!” when the second one came down. Glad everyone’s okay – hope the damage isn’t too bad.

    I’m grateful today for co-workers who make me laugh in spite of myself and a pretty wide-open internet connection at my desk.

    1. Yeah, I kind of was exactly like that. Except also not a bit surprised. Bah. Funny co-workers are truly excellent, as is a wide-open internet connection. I have the former, and not the latter.

  6. I’m thankful for teething tabs, Moby wraps, and being able to take sick-baby to work with me today. It was my day off, so I also wore flip-flops. Take that, corporate land!

  7. Oh. My gosh. So, are the neighbors owning up to any of this?? So glad everyone’s okay, and that at least there was cornbread, bacon and ice cream sandwiches involved. (Even if some of the bacon was ROBBED!)

    Today I’m grateful for roast beef from the diner, which is on its way. Your post made me hungry. (And thankful.)

  8. First, glad everyone is okay. Second, love the title. Third, I’m thankful for Netflix. It keeps my kids, who are on summer break, busy for hours so I can nap, er, clean house.

  9. Holy crap! That is a big ass tree. I. Grateful I don’t live next door to your neighbors. I’m assuming they are not helping to pay for any of the damage. Which blows. And I’m grateful that school is over in 3 weeks and Tech’s ar mitzvah is in four! Phew. I’m ready for summer!

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