Fun and/or games

As I write this, approximately one-third of a deceased sweetgum tree is leaning on my telephone line. How much leaning, you ask? The line is less than 19 inches off the ground.

(Hey, at least it wasn't the electrical line. I had them come out and check, just to be sure.)

Comments

[Scootareader]

When it breaks through, will you be without internet?

[Dusty Sage]

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I don't think it's going to happen: my Net connection is over the cable, a separate line which is now above the phone line. It would require another 65-mph wind gust (not impossible) to take out a different section of the same tree (also not impossible) to rip out that wire.

I've been given Monday, 5 pm as a Fixed By time. We shall see.

[Scootareader]

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At least the tensile strength of that telephone wire basically equates it to Superman. It's holding a bloody tree up.

[Dusty Sage]

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I got brave and/or stupid today and pulled the limb and the line apart. It's floating a little higher. I'm not sure when the techs will be out to fix the darn thing.

[Scootareader]

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You should be fine. That telephone wire obviously lifts.

[Dusty Sage]

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Not as much as the Breezies do.

Mirabile dictu, the lawn guy came out today and beat the jungle into submission without working up a froth over the Descended Line. (One of the presents I gave myself for my last birthday was Never Mowing Again.)

[Scootareader]

2199887
Well, yeah. Not with your back in the shape it's been.

[Dusty Sage]

2201008
Indeed. Were I an equine of non-Equestrian origin, I'm pretty sure they'd have put me out of my misery by now, and by "now" I mean "probably thirty years ago."

[Scootareader]

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Oh man, that was a shot in the dark. I've just noticed that, as people get older, they tend to complain about their backs more and more--especially males. I haven't met a single guy over the age of 40 who doesn't complain incessantly about his back.

[Dusty Sage]

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Actually, my back is not that bad, compared to my knees, which lately seem to resent even the suggestion of motion. (Then again, this is explainable by the combination of arthritis and a month's worth of rain in six days.)

[Dusty Sage]

And the line is fixed! Calloo, callay!