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Monday, January 23, 2006So I haven't been around here lately.
My chimney blew down.
We had this enormous windstorm this last week, typical for this winter of extremely weird weather we've been having. Gusts of 80 miles per hour, they said. The worst of them happening in the early afternoon. Exactly when my chimney snapped in half, depositing bricks mostly in my driveway.
My -- thank goodness -- empty driveway. Otherwise my new car would have been my ex-car. The hundreds of pounds of bricks (it was a big chimney) actually did surprisingly little damage -- a couple tree limbs, some paint scraped off the shingles on my next-door neighbors house, a few shingles torn from the roof.
But it has been distracting. Time to talk to insurance people and contractors and who knows who else (all of whom assure me that a lot of other chimneys blew down too!) You know, this real life stuff.
I'll be back here soon, once this all tidied up, with thoughts about the important things in life, like movies and my new Battlestar Galactica tie-in.
Until then, keep watching the skies (or maybe just my roof)!
Anonymous, 10:20 PM | Story
When I was 12 (doing quick math ... yeah, 1974 sounds right), I lived on the first floor of a 3-family house in Springfield, Massachusetts. We had a huge, paved back yard that doubled as a parking area and basketball court. Between our house and the next-door neighbor on our right, there were a few trees that were old and dying. My hot Aunt Laura lived on the third floor. One work morning she drove her car out of the driveway ... just seconds before the largest tree came crashing down behind her.
Since the car in question was probably a 10-year-old Dodge Dart, a hit probably wouldn't've registered as a tragedy. But it did make going to drive-in theatres easier.