First, I need to describe my house to you. It's a hill house that is structurally enormous. It's also a backward house. You enter it on the top level, which is the public area. The bedrooms are down on the next level. Below that, we have a huge crawl space that is finished and is an unofficial third floor. We lovingly refer to that level as "the bowels."
Anyway, the main level is really about 5 stories above ground. We truly have treetop views up there. So when my husband wants to trim the top of the tree, he likes to do it from inside our house from the kitchen. In the past, he would use a chainsaw that's attached to a long pole. He'd try to aim the chainsaw as far as he could to get as much tree as possible. Sometimes he do it while hanging out the kitchen window, 50 feet above ground.
Yeah, that's given me some gray hairs.
This time, he wanted to use a new tool for the job. To get a rough idea of what it looked like, see here. Essentially, it's a mean-looking saw at the end of a pole that can extend to about 24 feet. My husband was excited because this saw can reach parts of the tree that he couldn't reach before!
After I returned from running errands, he was almost done with this chore. He had one last portion of the tree to do. He wanted me to videotape him using this saw. As I was positioned on the top deck of the house, videotaping him using the saw, I heard him yell, "Cut!" My first thought was that he cut himself on something. The saw blade was far away from him, but I thought he scraped his arm on something in the kitchen.
I asked him if he was okay, and he told me that he wanted me to stop filming because the saw was stuck in the tree. He tried valiantly to get the saw unstuck, but to no avail. He tried spraying water on the tree and pulling the saw any which was he could, but it wouldn't budge. He did succeed in breaking the pole of the saw completely into two pieces. So here's a picture of the view from our kitchen window:
The next day, to try and cut around the saw, he tried to use his old chainsaw on a stick, but it didn't go out far enough. He taped it to a bigger pole, but it bent too much and he didn't have the control. So, he bought a 12-foot two by four that appears to have more stability. He's going to try using this next weekend. So this story will be continued next week.
In case you're wondering why I'm not showing the video that I took of this event, let's just say that my husband isn't giving it to me. I heard him ask his iPhone assistant Siri to look up divorce lawyers as I'm drafting this post. Hehe.
Meanwhile, every time I look out my kitchen window, I can't help imagining a horrible setup to a potential scene in a Final Destination movie.
Wish us luck!