Who knows why Les UDs keep skirting disaster? During this immense storm (it’s still going on), I looked outside to see a very large tree limb on our car – a heavy thick central limb and many smaller limbs, all bristling with leaves and twigs…. The sight would have been very pretty if it weren’t sitting on our car.
UD went out there in the rain and noted that it wasn’t exactly on our car but rather had sort of mainly fallen on the street and only lightly tangentially fallen on our car. I couldn’t see any damage. I pulled on the main limb. Much too heavy to move.
“Do you like a challenge?” I asked Mr UD when I got back inside. He squared his shoulders, marched out there, and did in fact move the whole thing closer to the curb. I stood about pointlessly, repeating Don’t hoit yourself!, as if this amusing New York accent would make the incident amusing.
Mr UD then drove off to get dinner while UD took out her lopper and lopped the limbs that lay in the lane. She laboriously lopped the leaves that lived down the lane.
While lopping, UD talked to herself about how interesting it was that her neighbors kept driving by, very carefully making their way around the thing, and then in a very neighborly and sympathetic way waving at me, but not stopping to help.
Soon enough, though, a town maintenance man came by, his white truck emblazoned on both sides with Washington Redskins flags. He took over.