ben.parmeter

Well, it certainly is; until tomorrow when a crew of tree removal experts descend upon my yard to turn that tree into a heap of firewood.  That’s revenge for ya!  So sit back, and let me tell you a little story about our Tuesday evening at home.  I suppose I should start from the beginning.

Tuesday was a particularly unseasonably windy and rainy day.  The remnants of the so called “super-typhoon” squarely walloped the northern part of California with 35mph winds, gusting up to 50mph.   Most of the morning was relatively un-eventful.  Suzy had left work at lunch time, because they were repainting her office.  The fumes were starting to really bother her, and that combined with the fact that she is trying her best to not breathe in any fetus-unfriendly toxins, she headed home.   Not too long after she got home, she called me at work to let me know that there was about a 20 foot section of branch that had fallen from one of the trees in our backyard, onto the neighbors fence.  She braved the wind and the rain in the backyard to investigate and found that the fence was actually damaged – and could sustain more damage if we didn’t get this off soon.

Needless to say, I quickly drove home to investigate myself.  I dropped an e-mail to my team, letting them know I’d be working remotely and dashed home.  When I got home, I confirmed the 20 foot branch leaning up against the fence.  Much bigger than I expected, and definitely not something I could move with sheer man-power.  It was big.  Using my mastery of physics, I acquired a rope from the garage and tied it to the highest point I could reach.  Meanwhile, the rain and winds were still raging, and looking up at the looming trees, I was a bit afraid that they would start to jettison more branches this size onto me.  But I carried on.  Having fixed the rope to the branch above the mid way point, I pulled as hard as I could and managed to get the tree off the fence and back into our yard.  A job well done.  And I fully intended to start cutting that branch into smaller sections, but Suzy convinced me that it wasn’t wise to do that now, so I packed up my things and headed inside.

I was pretty well soaked from the pelting rain, so I put on some fresh clothes and went back into the living room to sit on the couch and enjoy the sounds of the typhoon outside.  And this was when we heard one of the most gut wrenching sounds a person can hear.  Crrraaaaaaccckkkkk, swoooooooshhh, THUD!!!  Suzy and I were frozen in place, staring in horrified silence.  The large 50 foot tree closest to our house had just snapped at the base and fallen parallel to our house, filling our backyard completely with tree.

Seemingly, the tree had missed the house, or so we thought.  But as we got to the rear sliding door, we could see that the eaves of the house were damaged.  It was Armageddon back there.  My gas grill was squashed and there were branches and leaves everywhere.  Amazingly, it seemed to have fallen squarely within the confines of my yard, grazing the house ever so slightly.  We stood, staring at the mess before us for a few minutes discussing how lucky we were and how I was just out in the backyard and that could have been me squashed underneath that giant tree.

As we turned around, Suzy noticed one of the vent registers had partially popped out of the ceiling… and leaves and bark appeared to be coming out of the hole.  And then, water started to drip from the vent.  We quickly examined the rest of the ceiling in the back room.  We’d eventually discover the leak was spreading across the room to a light fixture and to seam in the dry-wall.

Suzy also discovered, when going into the master bathroom that a branch had breached the dry-wall and was sticking out out over the sink.  Strangely enough, no water was leaking in from this portion of the ceiling.

And so I braved the wind and the rain one more time to climb up onto the roof (never do this in a storm, I know), and attempted to assess the damage.  Using the pruning saw that I got from my parents in law last winter, I started to hack away at the branches to try to get closer to the roof puncture.  My neighbor, an extremely kind man indeed, ventured up onto the roof with me with a small hand saw.  Together managed to wrap a tarp around the branch and the puncture, hoping to stem the torrential flood of water coming into the roof.  After a good amount of time we decided it just wasn’t safe to be up there any longer and we headed back indoors.

After calling my insurance company, they got me in touch with an emergency contractor who was able to come out to my house in the same evening, saw back the branches on the roof, remove the giant branch protruding into the house and seal up the hole with plywood and plastic.  This would allow us to limp through the remainder of the storm and stop the water damage from getting any worse than it was.

Needless to say, we were both pretty shaken up by the whole event.  That night, we chose not to sleep in the bedroom, for fear that the tree might somehow shift in the wind, dislodge and roll into the house again.  And if that happened, we didn’t want to be anywhere near it.  So we slept on the couches in the living room that night, waking at every little sound.  Luckily, the weather gave us a break, the wind calmed down and the rain slowed to a trickle that very night.

Without further delay, here are some pictures that capture the moment both right after it occured and the next day.  Enjoy.

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