Here’s what I woke up to a few mornings ago: BANG – WHOOOOSSHHHHHH – BOOOOOMMM!!!!!
It was about 7am and I was laying there dreaming about unicorns walking to candy mountain. Of course I can’t remember all too well, but what it sounded like was huge shelves of paint cans…thousands of them…falling over in the garage below me. I mean, it was loud.
I still had my eyes closed when I shot out of bed and ran down the hallway. I am not sure how I got down the stairs, but the next thing I knew, I was looking into the garage. Nothing. Everything was fine. After that, I ran to the front door and opened it. I looked out to my right and here is what I saw:
I mean, seriously? There was no wind. The sun was bright and the sky was clear. What in the world caused a perfectly healthy Red Oak limb to split and fall from the rest of the tree like that. It doesn’t look like it, but the branches hit the roof and brushed the shingles all the way down.
Here are a few more pictures:
Since I knew I was going to have to get out of the garage eventually, I decided it would be a good idea to cut some branches to clear my way. I did that. I took a look at the rest of the tree and started planning out my strategy on how to take the rest down safely. Now that I’m in my old age, I’m not as adventurous as I used to be. As I stood there and thought, something happened. I started feeling a bit lazy and had a strong desire to avoid this particular project. Perhaps I could get someone to do it for me. Wait…what if I called the insurance company? I mean, the tree did hit the house and there is damage on the gutter. I remembered the insurance deductible, but it might still be worth it.
I called a good friend of mine who is an insurance agent. I asked him if it was worth a call and he reached through the phone and slapped my face. He told me all about how the rates would go up and about how the claim would be in the “system.” I thought about how much of a wimp I would feel like if I actually had someone come over to file a claim on a broken tree and a bent gutter. I wasn’t raised that way and I should have known better. Real people get down to work and fix problems. They don’t call someone else to do it for them.
Needless to say, as I sit here and write this, I can look out the window at a clear front lawn. It took me about an hour and a half to finish the tree job. Now, I just need to get up on a ladder and fix the gutter cover and bend back the gutter. I’ll do that in a few days.
I keep thinking about how I almost called an insurance company to come over and look at this. You know, “just in case.” I am so glad my friend spoke to me the way he did and shamed me into getting up and doing work. My father would have been out there with a chain saw ten minutes after something like this happened. Insurance? What’s that?
Ahh, the way the world changes.