jundi5

so i came home this evening from a nice day of working on the beach house and fly fishing for early season bass, only to find that a tree had fallen on my house. i was not at all surprised. i have been looking at this particular tree since the day i moved in, trying to figure out what i should do with it, or more specifically, how i could do it myself. i knew from looking at it that at least part of the tree was at high risk for failure, and i have found myself examining it every time i am out in that part of my backyard. anyway, long story short... the tree finally split, but a bit lower than i had expected. in my previous assessment, my concern was whether or not the part of the tree i expected to break would reach my roof or not. welllll.... since my assessment was somewhat off, the tree had NO PROBLEM reaching my house. yep. smashed the corner of the roof, a chimney, and gave the rest a good shaking (but my TV, which sits almost directly under the impact point, is still hanging on the wall). the funny thing is, i was not at all upset. in fact, it gave me somewhat of a tinge of excitement. see, i have known for a long time that my life needs chaos and disorder. any time i find myself dealing with these elements, i subsequently find myself rising to the occasion. basically, chaos, disorder, heavy workloads, and the unexpected, are the only things that help me find my upper limits. the good news is, i haven't found them yet. the bad news is, i don't have enough of these things on a regular basis, and i have to get excited about a tree falling on my house. if it wasn't for my old man telling me that i should call my insurance company before i do anything (duh), i would probably be out there right now with a work light and a chainsaw. i am an idiot, with a lot of energy, and i thrive on having something to do with that energy. OK. i think i am done now.