Sunrise Guy
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Sometimes you just have one of those days that makes you glad you're a tree guy. Today we did a large branch removal from over a three story house. The weather was a perfect sixty-five degrees. The tree, a cottonwood, stood about fifty feet tall and was less than four feet from the house. The branch hung about a foot or so off the roof. I hip thrusted up the tree and then got my feet on the roof. Now I don't like metal roofs for getting about on, and this was the most slippery roof I have ever been on. It's a premium metal shingle roof, each shingle having a fancy designer shape. It was like setting foot on greased glass! I threw my lanyard out and inched my way up, resetting until I was at the end of the branch. Then I pieced out until I was back at the main. I had a wide open drop zone, so that was easy. I did my finish cut hanging in the breeze back at the main. When I got down, one of my ground guys had brought Honduran tamales, wrapped in the traditional plantain leaves, for all of us. Delicious! He gave me four to take home. My lady and I finished them off with a salad, and a Shiner Bock washed 'em down. I was feelin' pretty frisky, but then that feeling of, "Oh man, am I tired, really tired!" set in and when I looked at the clock it was 3AM and I realized I had passed out. Well, let's see----I guess I'll just wake her up in an hour, or so. Good thing she's used to the habits of a tree guy------