Well, at least I think it will be. At this point, I’m a little afraid to go back out there and find anything else. My insurance company, The Hartford, is being very supportive so far. They are depositing money to my account for the tree and the fence and now I need to get estimates for the electric bulkhead. The electrician was just here. I guess I felt a little more comfy with him around, so I explored the tree a bit further. I think the whole thing will have to come down. Most of the branches are snapped and hanging except for just a few of the lower ones. One of those lines we can see lying on the ground is the phone line, which provides me with internet. It’s still attached at the pole, so I still have service, but it will need to be hung back up. All part of the choreography that is to come:
The power company needs to come and get the tree off the power line. A carpenter needs to repair the support for the bulkhead under the eaves. The power company needs to cut the power line at the house. The electrician needs to repair the bulkhead and probably re-secure the electric meter to the house, because the meter got popped out from the force of the limbs falling. Then the electric company needs to come and restring a line to the pole, and the carpenter needs to come back and repair the soffit and eave when this is all finished. I have no idea how long this is going to take. Apparently, there are permits to be obtained when the power company has to shut off the power and restring the line. I am not looking forward to this.
However, I’ve learned over the years, and I’m not saying I always practice this, but worry solves nothing. It only robs you of the present moment. So, I will do my best to carry on until I find out how this is all going to go down.
I’m off to get some quilting done while I still can.
I really hope this will be the last of the woes of the storm damage. If I find any more, I’m going to go out and lie down in a snow bank to numb myself till it’s all over. (Okay, I know, a little overly-dramatic, but I’m upset). I was reading along on Facebook, when I saw a post from my power company saying that they couldn’t restore your power if you had a damaged bulkhead. Well, I didn’t lose power, but a lot of the tree fell on the power line. I figured they could still come out and get the tree off the line, but it got me to thinking. When the big branches fell, it caused the cats to come jettisoning out of the back bedroom, where the electricity attaches to the house. Perhaps I’d best go have a look-see as to what happened to the bulkhead. OY!
I’d better call my insurance company. I may not need an electrician, but I’ll need the power company to shut down the power to repair this mess. Please, no more! UNCLE!!!
. . . for a 59-year-old broad with a handsaw. Yes, the tree was probably only about 7″ diameter at its widest point, but that sucker was heavy! Especially with all the ice still stuck to it. I can get out of the driveway now, if need be.
I’ve been busy. Walking the dog, trying to get in better shape, sewing, quilting, and then curling up in the fetal position on the couch because I hate the cold and the snow. Add to that an ice storm after two and a half days of snow storms, and I’m pretty dang cranky. Sigh. There is a certain beauty to this stuff, but I have grown so cold intolerant, I can barely stand to go out in it with the dog. The ice that fell on top of the snow made it really difficult for the little guy to get out there and take care of business. Luckily, I cleared some furniture out of the way and we now have a clear shot from my chair in the living room to the door out into the laundry room, so we’re playing ball that way. Here is how we started off:
And now we have slid on into this:
Two snow storms followed by an ice storm (still in progress). Unfortunately, I have a huge silver maple tree in the back yard. It managed to lose a good chunk of itself a bit ago without taking out the power lines right below it.
But then, about 20 minutes ago, the cats came tearing out of the back bedroom, and I went to investigate what spooked them. Another branch fell and this time took a line with it. I’m assuming it was the cable line, because I still have power and internet (internet is through a phone line). I’ve called the power company because the next branch is bowing badly and I can imagine that loss of power is not far off. The ice continues to form as rain hits all the frozen surface here.
I’m off to sew while I still can. Why did I not buy that treadle machine last summer? And the little bewildered pup will continue to root up the snow with his adorable nose!
I’m only a mom to some four-legged fur kids. I really don’t think I would have been an adequate mom to the two-legged variety. As you know from my whining, we’ve been steeped in the January frozen fog for some time now. On Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, we had spectacular weather. Bright sunshine but still very cold. I went to a quilt show at the Oregon Gardens with a friend on Friday, went for a long walk with the dog on Saturday, and on Sunday, I drove back up the freeway to a little shop in Jefferson (The Purple Frog) because they had a fabric I strongly suspected was a match for an unfinished quilt and I needed to take a swatch with me. I’m happy to report the trip was a success and I will now be able to finish a rather ugly lonestar quilt I started probably back in 2007.
But anyway, back to the fur kid. The rain began on Monday. Not much at first, but yesterday (Tuesday) we had some good steady drizzle going. I decided I’d take my eye-rolling, heavily-sighing dog to the park for a game of fetch. Of course, once we got there, it began to pour in earnest. Lucky for Ozzie, his mom knows how to play in the rain.
We have more rain today, with quite a brisk wind, but we’ll probably go back again before it gets dark. Oregon had the driest year in recorded weather history last year, and we’re happy to do our part to end the drought by dancing in the rain at the dog park.