I was sitting here not a half hour ago thinking that Tennessee weathermen are a bunch of fucking drama queens when my neighbor across the road called and asked how much damage we had. Lisa told her none and Kathy started laughing and said "You didn't hear that big ass tree snap and go over?"
Uh..... no, we didn't.
I walked out and saw we had not one, but two trees go and from the porch, the fruitless cherry appeared to have landed right on top of my truck. You know, the one I just put a new engine and transmission in?
Fuuuuuck.....
You want to talk about a stroke of luck. Last night I was sitting here thinking that with the winds coming out of the south, I should probably back both vehicles up about 10 feet so they'd be protected by the house.
I'm glad I didn't. As it was, the cherry tree barely clipped my truck. No dents and from what I can see now, probably not any scratches either.
What fucking sucks is now I'm going to be out a pretty penny to have somebody come out to cut and chip that big spruce up because I've got no way to dispose of that soft wood and I'm not going to burn it as firewood.
The spruce that came down was every bit as big as the one in the background of the second picture.
I bet I'm looking at a thousand bucks or more. I'll call my insurance company Monday but I'm not expecting them to cover it seeing as there's no damage to the house or my property although it did land on my neighbor's place. And because me and Tyler get along, I need to get that damned tree off his property in a timely manner.
But at least I'm not looking at a new truck payment.
