A month or so ago, a tree fell in the empty lot behind our house, landed on our clothesline and part-way crushed our fence. Ever since I've been meaning to call someone to come and cut it up. I didn't want Georg to try because the tree was hung up on the clothesline and that can be really dangerous.
I was thinking that I might get someone to come while I'm home for my surgery. But then today, a truck pulled up in our driveway, two people popped out and said they were our neighbors and were here to cut up the tree! It's kind of sad that I didn't even know what the neighbors from 2 doors down look like. It's not a very neighborly kind of neighborhood. I mean it's a busy road, no sidewalk, not much opportunity for foot traffic.
It turns out that isn't an empty lot behind our house. The neighbors from 2 doors over have an L-shaped yard. They can't see the far side of it from their house and they didn't even know about the tree until the neighbor between our two houses told them about it.
So anyway they hopped out of their truck with a bunch of tools, and went into the back yard where a third person was waiting on the other side of the fence. They chopped up the tree with their chain saw (scary, but he seemed to know what he was doing, or at least he got lucky and it fell away from his foot), threw it over the fence into their yard, and then fixed the fence! They brought out a length of pipe for the top, cut it to size with some kind of power hacksaw, mooshed the chain link back into shape, and done! It all happened so fast. You can't even tell anything ever happened to the fence. They even offered to take the bent pipe with them, but we have to go to the dump anyway so we kept it.
Jane came and checked them out, but when they said hi to her, she ran away. Poor Jane, not so good with the strangers. She likes new people but she needs about 20 minutes to get used to them.
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