My wife has been
bugging the shit out of me urging me for
weeks at least a year to have some trees cut down around the yard. Everytime a storm comes through she looks out the window, shakes her head, and mutters expletives that I'm glad I can't hear.
Each time this happens I counter with something like...
the tree surgeon quoted at least $1,000 per tree...
hell, I could have real surgery for that kind of money...
I'm sure I can find someone to do it cheaper...
blah, blah, blah. You get the picture.
So...while I was playing in the mountains out West, Hanna blew by the old homestead and left this little present to welcome me back.

My son was able to cut up the smaller pieces with our chain saw, but I had to call for help to tackle the big guys. I managed to find someone locally who cleaned it all up in an hour or two.
Now, there's still a few more trees that wifey is
bitching concerned about, so I'm hoping Ike does the right thing if he passes by our way. :-)
Of course the lesson to be learned here is...to misquote Benjamin Franklin (I think it was him)...
Always put off till tomorrow what will cost you a shitload of bucks today!Badaboom Badabing...