The last couple of weeks have been difficult and I’ve kind of put off writing this, but here goes.
Death of Babel
Yeah, I’m sure smart writers bury the lead on something like this but our friend Babel is gone. Like draw-a-chalk-line-around-her gone. Here’s the story.
A couple of weeks ago I hired a guy to trim some trees in my yard. I didn’t know when he was going to show up so I was at work when I got a text saying he was heading to my place.
A couple of hours later my Ring doorbell started to blow up my phone with constant notifications. Since the trees to be trimmed weren’t anywhere near the doorbell, I finally picked it up to see what in the world was going on.
This was going on.
[To those of you who have trailers, I feel the need to include a warning here. This video is going to make you cringe, make your eyes bug, and make you want to find your insurance policy.]
The video is about 45 seconds long. Watch it to the end – it actually gets worse.
HUGE THANKS to Jenn Grover for editing this video with her superior skills!
I know what you’re thinking: what the hell am I looking at? You’re watching tree guy move my trailer out of his way so he could drag branches past it. He was worried the branches would scratch it. Some day I suppose I’ll find that logic hilarious but I’m not there yet.
I called him while he was still trying to move the trailer and told him that he was destroying it. He responded with, “Oh, I’ve got two trailers myself. I know what I’m doing.” In other words, “Simmer down, little lady.” I didn’t exactly simmer down.
I’ll cut to the chase – he totaled the trailer. The frame was twisted and that caused one wall to separate from the frame and from the rest of the camper.
I won’t bore you all with a lot of insurance details but again for my trailer-owning friends, please check your policy. I was underinsured and found out at the worst possible time. I got a little bit from the insurance carrier but it really wasn’t even enough for a decent deposit on another one. Lesson learned.
Babs was old and quirky, just like me. I hate that she’s gone.
Oh, but there’s more.
The next morning, my cat Dooley was extremely sick. The vet determined he had a urinary tract infection and a blockage, so surgery was done. However, he continued to worsen and he died a couple of days later.
Judge me all you want. Call me a crazy cat lady. I don’t care. This cat was the friendliest, cuddliest, and fattest creature I’ve ever met and was my dog Roz’s buddy. Really, Dooley was my first dog and was far better behaved than Roz!
I am devastated by his death. I had Dooley for every minute of his 12 years and didn’t realize how much I adored him until he was gone. I still look for him when I get home.
The plot thickens.
My vet is completely convinced that Dooley was poisoned. Rat poison, to be specific, and she’s convinced it was really directed at Roz but Dools found it. When the vet and I talked about how long it takes poison to take effect, we realized that he was poisoned on Tuesday, the same day the tree guy killed Babel.
Now, this is going to seem like I’m jumping all over the place, but bear with me. A lot of you are going to tell me that I need to sue tree guy for totaling my trailer. I know. I totally get it. But let’s think this through together.
He knows where I live.
He has a chainsaw.
Someone or something poisoned my cat the same day he was at my property.
Are they related? I don’t know and I’ll never know. At this point, I don’t really think so but I’m not rushing to file any lawsuits. My guess is that tree guy’s sole possessions are a chainsaw and that green SUV, and I’m not interested in owning either one.
I found a new trailer that I hope to get next weekend. It’s a 2020 T@g Boondock Edge and, though it’s smaller than Babel (you didn’t think that was possible, did you?), it’s perfect for me. Pics soon.