Speaking of falling trees . . . I have a limb that broke out of the top of my pecan tree last fall. It got caught up in lower limb and has been there ever since. It seems to have shifted over in the last couple of storms and now looks like it willl continue it's trip to the ground at any time. I'm cheap. I don't want to have to pay a tree service to come out and nudge the limb to the ground. I could just wait for nature to take it's course . . . but we walk under it every day and I think we've pushed our luck to the limit. That, plus, Joy tells me every day before she goes to work, "CALL THE TREE GUY AND GET THAT LIMB DOWN!"
Soooooo . . . I felt pretty good this afternoon and said to myself, "Self, If you could get a rope wrapped around it and give it a slight tug it would be down." The problem is, the lower part of it is 25-30 feet in the air. I've got a 20' extension ladder, but the tree trunk is the only place to prop it and at the top, I'm still 25 feet or so away from it. I tried getting near the top of my 8' step ladder and thowing a small piece of another limb that fell at it with a rope tied to it. The rope got tangled on the ladder and caused my stick of firewood to go in big arc over my head and into the windshild of my 66 bus. I was busy covering my head and hoping it went on behind me so I didn't see it hit . . . when I heard it break glass, I thought it was my truck's windshield. The 66 is a rusty, non-rolling hunk of rust and the windshield was already cracked, so I let out a BIG sigh of relief and came down off the ladder. I'm beat. Joy's on the way home. The limb is still hanging. I haven't called the tree guy. I'm gonn'a go buy a doghouse.
