My hamster wheel Monday did not get any better as the day went on. When I went home for lunch yesterday, I happened to look out of the kitchen window (its a big window) and noticed this ...
Then this .... (don't let the scale fool ya, those are big limbs)
I stepped out the back door, and saw this ...
It took me a few seconds, before I realized that was my telephone line lying in the yard along with a piece of my house.
I turned, looked up at the house,
and was greeted by a new varmint entry.
What a pain in MY DAY.
I can't easily replace the fascia board because when the phone line was ripped out by the fallen limbs, it ripped only a portion of the fascia board off the exterior wall, leaving part of the board with the utility line attached. Soooooooooo, in order to replace the fascia board, I will have to call the utility company, get them to drop their line (live without electricty during that time) while whoever replaces the board. That means, I have to borrow electricity from my neighbor so my dad, brother or a paid carpenter can make the repair. This is NOT a costly repair, its a time sucking PAIN IN THE REAR repair.
In the meantime, my dad hammered the fascia board and the trim back into place. And, he thinks it looks GOOD enough to caulk, paint and keep going. I'm not sure I agree with him, because I am all about aesthetics, but for now, it will keep out the varmints.
What do you think?
This repair is still up for debate.
I'm really irritated because I recently had the exterior of my house painted, and I'm not sure if the painter left any extra paint. If not, I may have to repaint all the fascia board and trim on the back of the house in order to exactly match the color.
Oh well, back to the job at hand.
While I went back to work, my dad went home and got his chainsaw. In order for the City to haul away nature's debris, it has to be cut into manageable pieces which can be fed into the City's shredders. By the time I got home, my father had cut both of the fallen limbs into smaller pieces and was hauling the heavier logs to the alley. I set about cleaning up the lighter weight limbs. By the time we were mostly done with that task, we ended up with two huge pile of debris that were as tall as the privacy fence.
It's amazing how much debris actually came from two limbs. Granted, those limbs could have been small trees on their own. Seriously, just look at their girth ...
My dad said if it were him, he would have all the pine trees in the yard cut down. I don't want to do that, because I love the shade and sense of enclosure those trees provide. Besides that, I love trees, even if they are a pain in my life sometimes.
For real, who or what isn't a pain in the arse from time to time?
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