Hellofa morning at the treehaus.
So I'm sleeping this morning, it's around 8am, my second to last 9-80 Friday-off and was intending on sleeping in. I jolted awake to the sound of a loud crash. A boom I hadn't heard since a neighboring tree fell next to my house. That's what I immediately assumed happened again.
I get up, throw on some clothes and boots to survey the damage, I hit my bathroom light switch and it doesn't turn on. Shit. So I go outside and see the power line to my house, including all its conduit, ripped from the service pole to literally the breaker box inside my home, it's all on the ground next to my home. A tractor that was clearing up some chaparral debris had left its boom up when it went down the driveway and clipped the line. It pulled everything down. Headed down to the service pole and turned off the power breaker at the source.
My landlord and I were looking over the mess and he says while shaking his head, "It'll be awhile before you have power again, I'm sorry to say." "No problem. These things happen." He takes off to get some supplies.
My landlord's older brother then comes by and walks the perimeter of the house, also surveying the damage, when he slips on some loose rock and tumbles to the ground, writhing in pain. Hearing a grown man yell like that is something else, I'm telling you. You could tell he seriously injured his ankle; I ran to him when I heard the fall, then ran back to the tree to grab my first aid kit from my camping trunk, we elevated the foot, wrapped it with an ace bandage and hit it with an ice pack; but man, that swelling got intense real quick. Taking him to get x-rays now. When it rains, it pours. An eventful day off around the compound. Docs confirmed: ankle broken.