What Was That?

It's really late and I should be sleeping but there's just too much to process so I'll catch you all up...last Friday, I picked up my young friend, practically a niece, from the Denver airport.  If you have never been to that airport, it is really spread out.  To get to the terminal you take two escalators, one tram, and three moving sidewalks, the rest of it you just walk under your own power.

After a minor setback, we headed home and it was easy for both of us to fall right to sleep.  Early the next morning, a loud bang woke me up.  I first thought she had fallen out of bed.  I went into her room and observed her sleeping then went back to bed myself.  Thinking that my next door neighbor must have dumped something large in the gigantic trash bin that they have hired for this purpose, I fell right to sleep only to hear my doorbell ring and pounding on my window.

I popped back up and opened the door only to discover my neighbor pointing out that a moving van had crashed through the power/telephone pole, my side fence, missed the car, the biggest tree, and the house, went through the back fence while taking down a small tree then came to a dead stop in my backyard.

 

So, naturally, I grabbed my bathrobe (bright red) and my camera and proceeded to photograph the wreckage while talking to the shocked gentleman who had unfortunately hit the gas instead of the brake, and did not know what to do with himself. 

Of course, all the neighbors came out, since they heard the crash and lost their power and land lines.  I was very happy that my pajamas, robe and slippers were color coordinated and presentable but I must have been quite the sight shooting photos from every angle.

Hearing sirens, I went in the house and got dressed, moved the car out of the driveway so that I would have access to it and witnessed a swarm of fire trucks, utility vehicles and police descend on the scene. First they propped up the pole with a shorter pole and then they used a crane and a cherry picker to hoist the old pole out and put the new pole in, reconnect the wires and such, and left.  They handled everything so efficiently that I feel compelled to write a thank you. 

 

Now, I am missing two fences.  A quick trip to Home Depot for a roll of plastic fencing and my trusty staple gun encloses the backyard for Kanga.  I used the broken fencing to disguise the green plastic, but it is still rather unsightly.  It's easy to say that it's been a busy week, especially since that was just one day of it.