What to do with my dead tree…
Oh bother.
I have a very large tree in my front yard that is dead. I am afraid it is going to fall down this winter and land on my sons’ bedroom. This is no laughing matter. And since finances are too tight to hire a tree man, I have been out there with my pocketknife. This is going to take a very long time. I have so far cut three centimeters of it down.
I stand under this 30-foot tree and look up at the spindly leafless branches and I get to a-wonderin’: Should I start at the top? And, if I start at the top, where am I going to get a ladder long enough? And even if I could find a really long ladder, which I doubt I could find, how am I going to put it in my car to get it home? Never mind that I might sway this way and that when I get to the top of that ladder. Which I probably wouldn’t on account I don’t have any ladder shoes fit for climbing. Plus, when I went to look for some safe ladder shoes, I went to the mall and whenever I go to the mall, I smell chocolate which made me go to See’s candy, pretty much against my will. (Turns out I’m like a hound dog when it comes to See’s.) So since I was at See’s, I got some scothmallows. Only four of them. But still, I have that heavenly after-See’s glow coupled with a teensy-eeensy-weensy stomache ache. So, I should probably worry about the tree, the ladder, the car, the shoes - the whole lot of it - another day.