When I left to go to the milk-cheap place about 1815 or so the blinky-light-truck was out in front picking up the orange cones.
On the way back from the store I came in from the other direction so I could be nosy. The road is open but they still had the nominal eastbound lane blocked. The tree in question was a rather tall White Pine of substantial girth that had been situated as the northernmost tree in a line of them that ‘sheltered’ the western side of the house. It felled to the northeast bringing down the electric service wires and (before they started gnawing away at it with chain saws) spanning both lanes of the road. It did not appear that it had impacted the house, but it was dark when I went past.
Power is restored to the house, and it smelled of pine forest when I drove past.. ;-)
On another note, I see that the weather foregnosticators are preguessing that it will be sunny and in the fifties tomorrow. This is a good thing as I need to jack up the car to allow all of me access to the inner cv joint on the right side front drive axle and slather it full of molly grease. (The boot is open thus causing loss of lube and entrance of undocumented foreigners, er, foreign matter. It is acting like it’s dry and grabbing so it needs grease before it disintegrates with intent. I have a replacement axle assembly but have been postponing making the appointment to get it into the work-on-the-car-place.. (My assorted olio of tools does not contain the necessary big socket for the axle nut or the drift pin to remove the roll pin they tell me is in there thus turning it into a pay-someone-to-do-it task.)
(Spell chequer thinks I spelled olio wrong. Obviously has a limited vocabulary..)
I expect your spell checker would prefer “oleo.”
What do spell checkers know? Oh. Wait. With relapses of CFIDS comes dyslexia and I can put an exotic twist onto every day words.
Spell checquer keeps me in checque. And olio is a weird word, but it fits into crosswords about every other day. But then, so does Oreo.