So the trees are going to be gone today. I'm relieved, but sad. They were beautiful, but the thought of waking up one morning to find and Oak tree in my bedroom was a little more than I could handle. Here are some progress photos I took on my lunch break today.
I called John about two hours after these pictures were taken and he told me the trees were completely down and that they were grinding the stumps. Isn't that amazing? He also said the ants were flying EVERYWHERE (yuck!) and that the ants he was seeing were quite a bit bigger than the ants we normally see (double yuck!)
Meanwhile. . . John had a cooking mishap today.
He was cooking kielbasa (sp?) on the stove, and went outside to work on something and got to talking to the tree guys and totally forgot the food. When I pulled up to the house I didn't see John anywhere, but assumed he was in the house. When I opened the front door I could here the smoke alarm, and could smell something burning. When I walked into the kitchen I noticed there was about 2 feet of thick, black smoke from the ceiling down. You couldn't even see the windows on the far side of the living room it was so thick. I ran over to the stove and grabbed a tea towel and threw the pot into the sink and started pouring water on it. Then I tried to turn off the smoke detector but it was insistent. . . "THERE IS SMOKE, GET OUT NOW - BEEP, BEEP, BEEP". . . at least I know it works. So I ran back to the attic fan (thank goodness for the attic fan), but the smoke was so thick I couldn't find the switch, so I'm jumping up and down, feeling the wall, desperately looking for the switch. I finally hit the switch and then ran back to the living room, where I opened the side door of the house and found John talking to our neighbor (aka crabman - a story for another day). I said "Are you trying to burn down the house?!" He just looked and me and said "huh?" I said, "were you cooking something?" and then it dawned on him that he had forgotten his lunch. After I left he began running fans, lighting candles (which I'm not sure is a good idea considering what just happened) and doing his best to air out my house. I could strangle him. The worst part was when I came into the house I couldn't find him and I thought something must have happened to him. I panicked. What an awful feeling. Not to mention, for those of you who know me, my parent's house burned down when I was 12, so this is not the kind of thing that sits really well with me.
Anyway, crisis averted. So much for taking down the trees to save the house. John nearly torched it.
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