I woke up this morning with half a tree on the lawn in the backyard. We had a snowstorm overnight and the weight of the snow was too much for our glob willow, which has not yet lost its leaves to fall.
The tree split in half and is now spread across the yard blocking the path between our deck and shed where we keep the deep freeze ~ and the chicken I was planning to thaw for dinner.
But I suppose it could have been worse. The tree missed power lines, avoided the house and although it is resting comfortably on the shed, it looks like the building escaped anything but cosmetic damages.
We might even be able to save the tree or half of it at least.
I met my new editor yesterday.
We had a nice little chat, I sent him a story and he promptly sent it back asking me to re-work it. Unfortunately I wasn’t home; I had driven through a snow storm to cover a budget meeting at Stansbury Park.
But the second I walked in the door at 9:30 p.m. the phone was ringing, it was the office telling me the story was in my e-mail awaiting repairs. So after David went to bed I did as bid on the first story and labored over the Stansbury report.
When I went out to take photos of the tree I discovered this crop of mushrooms growing in what must have been the crack that weakened the tree to the point of breaking in half. Weird, no?
I stayed up until midnight trying to make it work, and it just wasn’t coming together so I went to bed and fretted about it all night.
I was up at six working on the story again and I am currently waiting for the editor to shoot it back to me to re-write it.
It could have been worse. I could be working for him full-time.
DH stayed home last night. He was scheduled to work at his second job but a case of tummy troubles kept him home. This worked out well for me because I didn’t have to find someone to watch A and L while I was at Stansbury in a snowstorm until after 9 p.m. covering a budget meeting.
True, DH had to battle his belly ailment, but he was able to get some school work done between trips to the bathroom.
It could have been worse.
By the way, I always thought I was unique. This proves it.
It looks like our family will soon have another kitten (pending approval from DH) My son's fifth grade teacher just called to tell me she has reserved a Siamese kitten for us at a shelter in a neighboring community.
My son, (she knows him as Mikel, long story) told her about Katie being killed because she also has a tipped kitty. Hers is a blue-point manix mix.
As it happens, her dog was also killed by a car this summer so she was shopping for a new puppy when she happened upon this shelter. They had a male Siamese kitten on hand, but he had already been promised to another home. But they told her they were expecting a new batch of Siamese kittens on Monday. She said her "grandson" really wanted a new kitten and reserved one for us.
I just called the shelter and sure enough, we have a kitten reserved. She reserved a male for us, but if we go in on Monday we can play with all of them and pick the one we want (assuming no one else has reserved it).
The shelter will then spay and or neuter the kitten, make sure it has it's shots, and put a computer chip in it.
I'm so excited, I want to call someone and tell them about it. But there's no one around right now.