I returned home to find half of my tree laying in my front yard. I was away for the weekend and while gone, my pear tree was hit by lightning. Thankfully, the huge limb fell directly into my yard without injuring any property or individuals. It simply fell on the grass without malice waiting to be removed. No harm or foul to anyone else.
After spending a couple of nights away from home, I was eager to crawl into my own bed, watch the Tony’s and drift off to sleep. My plan was working until my doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone and since it was 9 pm I decided to ignore it. The bell rang two more times followed by incessant knocking. Whoever was at my door was not going away. I made myself presentable and answered the door.
Wicked H: (Opening only the main door, my storm door is always locked) May I help you?
Man with Dog: Hey, did you know your tree fell?
Wicked H: No? Seriously? What is it that you want?
Man with Dog: Just letting you know the tree fell.
Wicked H: Do you often knock on doors of total strangers at this hour?
Man with Dog: Well, I saw the tree and thought you should know.
Wicked H: It’s a bit hard to miss, but thanks all the same. If there is nothing else, I bid you farewell.
I locked the door and got ready for bed, again. Of course it took me quite a while to unwind. I have to admit that when I heard the insistence of the knock, I figured there might be a fire in the vicinity and a kind soul was alerting me to that fact. Instead I get a botanical report from what I guess is either a nosy neighbor or someone casing the joint. The whole scenario would have made sense if the tree was blocking the man’s efforts to walk his dog or the tree was laying on his property or vehicle. None of these was the case.
All I wanted was a peaceful end to my weekend. Instead I get Gladys’ husband and their dog.