Amy Does Fitness (well, sort of): Those Trees Have Never Liked Us . . . .

A massive oak tree crashed down in the lower parking lot of my condo complex yesterday evening. I didn’t know it until Darryl came to pick me up for dinner (veggies and brown rice of course – bit of sauce). We were driving down North Avenue and I happened to look to my right and I saw the tree out of the corner of my eye (I didn’t see it fall – I just saw it laying there). I was all like “Stop”!! That was probably not the best thing to yell at your friend as he is driving 30 mph at dusk, but the sight was just so unexpected. We didn’t stop, though, because we were headed to dinner and food, for us, always trumps massive downed trees. We have a list of priority – not much trumps dinner. Dessert, dessert trumps dinner – just so we’re clear. Anyway, we stopped to look at the massive downed tree on the way back to my condo and some poor guy’s truck was totally buried under piles of heavy branches. It obviously happened before anyone else got home from work that evening because his truck was the only one in the parking lot. He must have really pissed that tree off.

In all honesty, those trees have never liked us. No, really. Our cars are covered in thick layers of oak sap spittle 8 months out of the year. It’s enough to drive you mad!! Apparently the neighborhood was in an uproar when the developer began renovating the old school back in 2003 and made a huge hubbub about of the developer’s plans to take down any of the trees. I guess the trees took it personally and have been taking it out on us ever since. I think they are cursed!!! I may have, on occasion (during the particularly sappy months), threatened to poison the tree over my car. I’m gonna have to start watching my back. You never know when these trees will decide to attack. They just sit there, lording over the parking lots, spitting on us – and laughing. There’s always lots of laughing. This morning before I got in my car I gave the old oak by my car the "I’ve got my eyes on you" gesture and stare. He looked like he was smirking at me.