The fallen tree yesterday meant a vacation day for George and me. I made a new crocheted wire and turquoise necklace and learned how to make crochet wire earrings to match. We also took two short naps and watched a James Bond movie. Quite a quiet Thursday. In the meantime, we kept checking the street to see if the wire and tree would be moved so we could go to work, but at 2 p.m., we gave up and called in to our offices to say we would not be in. The workers came with two huge trucks to block the street as they cut and shredded the tree and they didn't leave until after 7:00 p.m. George and I hopped in the car and took a ride, since we had felt like prisoners all day.
It was an old tree, probably 150 years old, in front of a Victorian house this town is famous for. Actually, the neighborhood looks a little lighter without it and I don't think I'm going to miss it. George said that the roots were rotten and tha is why the tree went down in the first place. Sixty mile-an-hour gusts the night before were too much for the old thing. The same people have another old tree in their yard and I'm sure they are looking at taking that down before a disaster happens. This tree went through the neighbors roof and knocked off their front porch and a window where a young girl was sleeping. I bet she won't forget that night for awhile.
I'm rushing off to work this morning, feeling a little guilty about missing work yesterday, but looking forward to three days off for Memorial Day weekend. They say the sun may come out sometime on Saturday. Whoohoo.
Have a great day.
