The police officer said, “Sorry to bother you, but one of your neighbors found it necessary to call us about your broken tree. I’m not sure what they thought I could do. I’m not climbing up the tree to cut it.” I touched his arm while laughing and said, “well I have a chain saw, but I’m not going up thirty feet either.”
He could see that I had blocked off the area with my trash cans. The would-be falling limbs could cause some damage or hurt someone. While he was there I placed the reflectors on top of the trash bins to make it more noticeable in the coming dark.
He left me, acknowledging that I’ve done all I could do while I waited a return phone call from the three tree service people I left messages with. Obviously someone didn’t think I was doing all I could do. I was amused by the new twist in the stressful event— as if this would propel me into doing something else I hadn’t thought of.
Perhaps a driver thought someone should remove the branches from the street. Maybe they didn’t realize they were there to help mark the danger zone. Everyone’s a critic. At this writing, I’ve called a fourth tree service. I’ll wait and stress no further. I’ve done all I can do for now. It’s time clean the bathroom.
But to whomever called the police department—I just want to shout out a big thank you! The guy was so nice, adorable and very good-looking! I do have an appreciation for a handsome man in uniform–even at my age. Maybe someone else will call the cops and they’ll send more eye candy.