Crash of the day

My husband had the day off of work today and although the weather was hot, he figured it’s as good a day as any to cut down a couple of trees in the backyard.

I telecommute to work from my office in the basement. While on the phone discussing an urgent deadline I hear a booming crash. I gasped and declare to my startled coworker that a tree fell on the house and I needed to call her back.

I rushed up the stairs as fast as my flip-flop clad feet would allow and darted outside. There is my wonderful husband standing by the stump considering the back of the house, one hand holding the now silent chainsaw and the other scratching his chin.

“I didn’t do it.” He declared when he saw me.

At the start, he explained, the tree fell just as he planned. It curved to fall on the corner of the house about halfway down. Luckily, the only damage was a few displaced shingles and a split 2x4 where the gutter attached to the roof.

I helped him remove the tree from the roof, and then left him to fix things while I returned to work. I can only hope that this impressed the powers-that-be with my dedication to them in the face of the presumed crisis.

Well a girl can hope.