I'm sitting here, totally paranoid that an ice-encrusted tree is going to fall on my house.
Why would I be worried?
When I went out today to replenish my stock of Theraflu, I noticed a house a block away from mine had half a tree sitting on their house and driveway. The tree just split right down the middle of the trunk. Lucky for the tree, a Lincoln Towncar happened to break it's fall, leaving the back window shattered, the trunk squished, and the owner standing there very, very distraught.
Granted, the car wasn't parked in a garage, but still...the idea of a damaging tree is enough to freak me out. Especially since I now hear the falling of ice chunks and the cracking noise which may or may not be coming from a large tree that is slowing splitting in half.
When I bought this house, I thought having mature trees was such a great thing. My house is SURROUNDED by mature trees. In fact, the youngest tree in the neighborhood happens to be the little dogwood that is in my backyard. I have a huge tree in front of my house. Two huge trees in the foreclosed house next door, and four grown trees in the backyard (not including the dogwood). Thankfully, powerlines do not run by my house.
(On a side note, Redneck Brother has been without power since the storm hit, and probably won't get restored for another couple of days.)
So, I'm going to go to bed now. I'm going to try not to think of falling trees. I'm going to try to forget the sight of the smooshed towncar. I'm going to pray that I don't wake up to a maple tree in my office.