It will be okay

Well, at least I think it will be.  At this point, I’m a little afraid to go back out there and find anything else.  My insurance company, The Hartford, is being very supportive so far.  They are depositing money to my account for the tree and the fence and now I need to get estimates for the electric bulkhead.  The electrician was just here.  I guess I felt a little more comfy with him around, so I explored the tree a bit further.  I think the whole thing will have to come down.  Most of the branches are snapped and hanging except for just a few of the lower ones.  One of those lines we can see lying on the ground is the phone line, which provides me with internet.  It’s still attached at the pole, so I still have service, but it will need to be hung back up.  All part of the choreography that is to come:

The power company needs to come and get the tree off the power line.  A carpenter needs to repair the support for the bulkhead under the eaves.  The power company needs to cut the power line at the house.  The electrician needs to repair the bulkhead and probably re-secure the electric meter to the house, because the meter got popped out from the force of the limbs falling.  Then the electric company needs to come and restring a line to the pole, and the carpenter needs to come back and repair the soffit and eave when this is all finished.  I have no idea how long this is going to take.  Apparently, there are permits to be obtained when the power company has to shut off the power and restring the line.  I am not looking forward to this.

However, I’ve learned over the years, and I’m not saying I always practice this, but worry solves nothing.  It only robs you of the present moment.  So, I will do my best to carry on until I find out how this is all going to go down.

I’m off to get some quilting done while I still can.