This is a tale based on some truth then mixed in with a major helping of delirium and early summer mind-doldrums. The branch may not look like much, but when you're not looking and it finds you it can pack a wallop!
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| Live Oak (no kidding!) |
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| I moved, not the branch. |
FABLE:
Intrusive Branch Update: A Fable
06/08/2011
While mowing the lawn the other day I bumped my head on a tree branch that I had just ducked under not more than 2 minuted before. Feeling slightly silly for not remembering the branch was there, I said I was going to cut the branch down. I posted it, 'cause thats what I do these days.
Well, the government got involved, ordered an environmental impact study (50 grand), polled the neighbors, decided to install speed bumps (20 grand) on both sides of the branch and paint it with black and yellow stripes for safety, instructed me to wear a hard hat and safety goggles whenever I go into the yard, realized the neighbors polled were from 2 streets over, removed the speed bumps (4 grand), used mineral spirits to remove the paint from the branch and killed the whole tree, sent a tree crew over to cut the hazard down, the crew thought they were supposed to raze the house, showed up with bulldozers and dump trucks, then I woke up and realized it was just the garbage truck outside.
Moral of the story: When you decide to branch out, learn from where you've already been or you might get caught napping.
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