During the process of cutting down a dead tree in my yard, I made a terrible mistake. I cut the tree at angles in an attempt to get it to fall in a certain direction. Unfortunately, I cut the wrong angles, and instead of the tree falling on the ground, it fell on my roof. I had to call a tree removal service to take the tree off my roof and haul it away, which is what I should have done in the first place. After that I arranged for roof installation in Manhattan NY.
I guess it’s a good thing that at a time like this, I don’t have anyone else that lives with me. If I had a wife or girlfriend, she would have yelled at me until the sun set. I didn’t tell anyone else how the tree fell on my roof. When they asked about it, I just said that the tree fell. Only one person asked me if I was trying to cut down the tree myself, and that was my mother. She had a feeling I was going to try to cut down the tree when she saw me looking at it one day during a barbecue.
The roof installation took place over a couple of days, and while it was going on, I just did some work around the house and ran a few errands. The workers had an idea of how the tree fell on my roof, given that when they were working on the installation, they were able to see a tree stump where the tree had been. It’s something that I’ll have people asking about for as long as I’m alive, but I guess it could be worse. The tree could have fallen on me, and then I would really have a story to tell.