Sheesh, what a day!
The evil alarm clock initiated a fresh battle this morning at 5:21, much to my dismay. I had not properly prepared for combat, and felt I needed more time to rest before taking on the enemy. So I whacked him over the head until 5:45 when I had no other choice but to get up and hop in the shower. It's cruel to have to pry yourself out of bed and go to work when it's dark and raining. There should be a rule forbidding this. Time to write a letter...
I showered and dressed in the regular 5-10 minutes, retrieving The Princess from her slumber to plop her on the pot and present her with her pink Snoopy toothbrush. Sitting there brushing her teeth as I took my vitamins and put gunk in my hair, she peed like a champ. Life was good. Running a bit late, we graduated directly from the potty to the car...no pit stop at the high chair. Though it was raining fairly steadily, the ride to the train was uneventful.
I plopped myself in my seat upstairs - they're not wide enough for two people...this allows me to avoid the creepy miscrients who frequent the train - and hunkered down with the CrackBerry to check emails and Facebook. This is becoming a morning ritual...it's usually safer to finish my tea and let the train get moving steadily before I try to apply any makeup. There's a bump between Ingleside and Long lake that always seems to get me when I'm doing either eyeliner or mascara - with unflattering results of varying degrees, depending upon the weapon that is in my hand at the time we reach that point in the track. I've found it's just safer to get past Long Lake before brandishing any sharp instruments in the general vicinity of my eyes.
Just past Round Lake, my CrackBerry began playing the theme from St. Elmo's Fire as I was applying my lip gloss. "Swatta" showed up on the screen - always happy to hear from my love, I picked up right away.
The Hubbs: "You know that tree in front of the kitchen?"
Oh. Shit.
Me: "Um, yeah. Where'd it land?"
The Hubbs: "On the fence. And the branch is hanging by a thread. Oh, I have to go move the car - I think it's gonna fall. I'll call you right back."
So there I am at 6:50 AM on a train bound for Hell, with no way to turn around and help...which, of course, is all I can think about. My mind is racing, trying to imagine the damage and thanking my lucky stars he hasn't called to tell me that it's raining in the kitchen.
St. Elmo's Fire again.
Me: "Hi, is everything okay?"
The Hubbs: "Yeah, we're fine. I drove under it and got into the garage, but I don't think I can go back out for a while."
So The Hubbs called Hambone to come over and help us out...my brother, the monkey, climbed the tree and worked his magic - narrowly avoiding being knocked from the tree by a swinging branch that started going the wrong way. With a little quick thinking and some help from his F-150, the boys managed to remove the 30+ foot branch from its perch 30+ feet in the air with minimal additional damage to the fence and themselves.
For pictures, see The Hubbs' blog.
Everything was cleared up by mid-afternoon, and I'm very proud of my Swa for handling the whole ordeal.
My wonderful, lovely little family came to pick me up from the train station after work, and from there we headed straight home to have leftover pork fried rice and watch Adventureland. Hambone stopped by this evening to say yo, and he just left.
T minus 5 minutes to bedtime and counting...5...4...
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