We lost power at our house very early Sunday morning, and
were fortunate to have the power restored on Saturday afternoon. Until Saturday
morning large trees (with power lines under them) were still blocking our road;
the CL&P trucks couldn’t access the power lines until the tree removal
workers cleared the way and the tree removal trucks were reluctant to start
until they received the green light from CL&P.
As I looked around the neighborhood, I really wasn’t too
surprised to see which trees were on the ground – they were the ones that I had
predicted would fall. Of course, there were a couple of large, seemingly
healthy young trees that toppled or were shockingly snapped in two. However, on
my street almost all the storm casualties were half-rotten, in need of pruning,
overrun with bittersweet and Virginia creeper or trees that started out as
saplings in the wrong place that got too big. I have neighbors who didn’t care
to maintain their trees or could not afford to do so.
A friend noticed a squadron of out-of-state utility trucks
in a town center parking lot. The workers were milling around, drinking coffee.
My friend approached them to thank them for traveling to our area and asked
about their next assignment. The reply? “We don’t know. We are waiting for
direction. We are new to this area and don’t know where to start.” She offered
to escort them to her street but they deferred and continued to wait.
Perhaps I spend to too much time thinking of health
maintenance but couldn’t one spin an excellent allegory about this storm?
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