Let me start from the beginning…a week ago, I told Andrew that he needed a hobby. His (very sweet) reply was that his kids were his hobby. After work, he just wants to spend time with his family. As sweet as that sentiment is…the man needs a real hobby. You know…fishing, golfing, reading, biking, online gambling…ANYTHING…just a hobby where he can relax his mind and do something for himself. About two days after our talk, he told me his new hobby was going to be chainsawing things. Yes. My husband picked chainsawing down stuff as his hobby. (Somewhere out there is a psychiatrist who could probably write a long essay on the mentality behind a man picking a chainsaw as a hobby…if you’re reading this Dr. Psychiatrist…email me). Anyway, I digress…for the last week, he’s been chainsawing things and really enjoying his hobby (I know, weird and disturbing, right?). Well, apparently God is in favor of this new found hobby because at 1:30 this morning, it sounded like an airplane hit our house. It was in fact, our tree in the back yard. Ahhhh…the perfect (and super unfortunate) thing to happen to a man whose hobby is chainsawing.
This morning, I opened the bedroom window to see my (usually stunning) view. It looks like a South American jungle out there.
I walked across the house and instead of the golf course, I see this…more tree.
I opened the back door and the branches nearly knocked me down. Somewhere out there is my patio.
I caught a glimpse of our grill.
The back view. Our gutter was ripped off and one window was broken.
Andrew and his new friend…the chainsaw.
Smith ate yogurt and watched Daddy outside chainsawing things up.
This is Kensington a little skeptical of Daddy’s new hobby.
I cracked up today when my friend Andrea told me that maybe Andrew’s passion will take him to one of those lumberjack contests you see on the Discovery Channel. Oh dear. I can only imagine where this new hobby will take him. In the meantime, if you need anything chainsawed, you know who to call :).