if a tree falls in the forest....

ummmmmm,
yeah.
when a tree falls in the forest,
who really gives a sh!t?
i mean,
what's the worst that can happen?
it'll bump uglies with another 'nother tree,
and cause a spot of bother,
perhaps creating a couple of coniferous corpses in the copse?
that's not really a problem,
unless you're a bird or a bee who resides on a branch or inside that trunk.
however,
if a tree falls on the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress, and no one is awake to hear it-
a.) it definitely makes a sound.
b.)and i also make a whole lot of as bad or worse sounds.
oh MAN!
1:30 a.m. saw a big ol' limb get discarded and disregarded by nature,
and the ensuing arboreal amputation ricocheted right off of
the metal rooftop of my castle, raising a din and clatter reminiscent of ragnarok.
i awoke to instantaneous (and maybe a margin extraneous) adrenaline-fueled
readiness to do battle with whatever men or beasts
were probably forcing an entry along the battlemants,
and i ran rampant along my ramparts until i located the problem.
mmmhmmm.
neighbors-
it could've been worse,
but it could've also NOT happened,
and that would've been pretty good too.
for the record,
a roof-full of steel sheets,
instead of asphalt shingles,
makes everything sound a whole lot bigger.
for real.
check the teleport:

and it didn't even have the decency to fall all the way to the earth.
...hanging on the eaves,waiting, poised precariously,
designed by gravity to try and clobber me when i pull it down
....that's just not very nice at all.
nope.
not even one little tiny bit.
what's more,
that boost of berserker blood-boiling kept me awake well after the fact,
and now i know what daybreak looks like in intimate and explicit detail.
yeah.
and i'm pretty sleepy.
that's no joke.
i'd have to say i'm unimpressed by the deadwood drop,
but it's only a sort of precursory sighing hiccup in the nighttime,
relative to what comes next.
i mean,
one branch banging around and ruining one decent sleepy midnight
isn't all that horrible.
my resignation towards getting a whole bunch of hefty, girthy hardwoods
hewn down and hauled away from my home, however,
isn't doing much to mitigate
the migraine and the purple bags under my eyes.
a small harbinger of larger expenses isn't usually who i invite over for breakfast.
and yet here we are,
and it's all really happening.
*
i've got my cranky pants on,
and i'm sure i'll be wearing them all damned day.
guys,
if that doesn't sound like i'm dressed for success,
well then,
what do you really actually know about anything, anyway??
we're shedding all the unsupportable sh!t.
yeah.
me, my place, and the space it occupies-
a streamlines, refinanced, trimmed-up and slimmed-down new version of
the woodsly goodsly new hottness is headed your way,
and it's got a freshly-pressed pair of cranky trousers on, too.
this is the way today begins.
i'm curious to see how it ends;
never quiet, never soft.....