I'm thinking about changing my name to Chicken Little. Yesterday was very windy here in Rhode Island. During my morning walk with my friend, Amy, we were nearly hit by a rather large pine branch. When I say nearly, I mean really close. The branch hit no more than five feet behind us. It fell from a very tall tree and if it had hit us we would both be having pine needles removed from our gray matter. Needless to say, we walked the rest of the way home down the middle of the street. I didn't give the incident any more thought until later that afternoon. I was returning home from running some errands and I noticed that my daughter's car was parked in the street and not in our driveway as usual. As I got closer to our house I saw why. A 40 foot tall pine tree that had been in our side yard had been uprooted and was now lying across the yard and into the driveway. Fortunately, it missed hitting the garage.
I think the Universe is trying to send me a message. My optimistic side thinks it's trying to tell me I'm lucky. But my pessimistic side is telling me to buy a hard hat!