Well, since nothing's blown up and the police haven't come to visit us on the court recently we figured we were overdue. So my neighbor rented a sixty foot boom lift and it was tree cuttin' day for the NWA (Neighborhood Watch Association). We were doing pretty good for a while. Darren and Elmer were up in the lift. I was chaining the fallen branches and chunks of tree to John's lawn tractor and he was hauling them over to Billy and Terry who were cutting them up and piling them up for the city. We were on the look out for Darren's cell phone which was apparently under the pile of what was formerly a tree in his back yard.
Then came time for us to go after the 80 foot pine between Darren and John's properties. Darren was up in the lift as far as he could get it. We had a rope running all the way to somebody's yard. Not sure who, but fortunately they didn't sic the dogs on us. I had the rope run around a tree to anchor us. I was pulling with the rest of the guys. We were pulling and seemed to be making headway, but then I found myself flying towards the tree I had wrapped the rope around. Elmer was flying forward. The rest of the guys were flying upwards. Then the entire neighborhood got to hear a very large piece of wood hit the ground from a bit over sixty feet in the air followed by Darren dropping the F-bomb like a B-52.
So, that was a good time to break out the grill and wait for the power company guy to come and get power back to Darren's house. John's wife got good and freaked out by John moving the power line out of the way. Fun fact: if a power line isn't connected to anything then they're typically safe. The power guy arrived and John told him all about the freak storm that snapped off the top of that tree and took out the line.
So while the power guy was hooking Darren's house back up we moved the party over to my place where a very dead tree was long overdue to become firewood. We got a good bit down before the pouring rain started. So we called every weatherman in the area a moron, most of them by name and retreated to the porch. Darren took the time to call the cable company and tried his best to explain to the moron on the other end of the line that having his cable line lying in his front yard was indeed affecting his reception.
The rain stopped. We carbed up with a round of Budweisers, and finished off the tree in my yard. The power guy was gone and we finish the tree on the Darren/John property line and then took some bets as to how many logs Darren's truck could pull to the road before it exploded. Well, it didn't explode, although we did come within a few inches of taking out the support cable for the power pole the guy had just worked on.
I can't wait to get back to work so I can get some rest.
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