Wind and the Willies
February 8, 2011
Last night’s wicked February north winds took a few prisoners. Could have been worse, could have been a nice backyard, shade-giving tree, but no, it’s our long dead Moraine Ash that needed to come out anyway. Here’s Jim, lumberjacking away.
He left a few branches hanging on the power cable. PG&E’s on the way.
And it REALLY could have been worse: could have been the lone Redwood in the neighbor’s front yard, about which I wrote yesterday. That one’s swaying violently in the wind, as I write this.
It’s not like one of my two life’s fears isn’t about being crushed by a fallen tree. Let me clarify that sentence full of double negatives: I have a huge fear of trees falling on houses. Saw too many of them growing up on the mean, eucalyptus infested streets of Palos Verdes. Via La Selva: by way of the JUNGLE. My street. Our neighborhood looked like monster tinker toys were strewn around after a storm.
Wind. Trees. Willies.
The other fear I live with is cabinets coming off the kitchen walls. No idea where that comes from.
Anyway.
North wind in Davis. No better time to leave town.
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