Tree Rot.

I had my hubby take a look at our mulberry tree that I thought look like it must have been hit by lightening as it was split right down the middle and had black on it I thought looked like burned scorch marks and fell over breaking our fence practically touching the bottom on the other side so he could cut it off so he finally did( after a few days of reminding him he calls nagging) and he said he thinks it looks like tree rot( see the photo he took , the third one) and it's eaten away on 5 limbs and they'll all eventually fall in different directions with one right above the house!) meaning the entire tree will have to come down  so he called a tree service and they sent a guy over to come take a look and he estimated it could cost 1400$ to remove the tree and 1400$ to repair the fence so we also had the insurance guy over to see what they'd cover and he said they'd just cover the cost to remove the tree from the fence and to repair the fence, but NOT to uproot the tree. My hubby also said when it's left it'll be Stumpy and I decided that's that name I'll give the tree after but now the question is Where are we ever going to find the 1400$ to get the tree removed? that insurance won't cover, yet if we don't  part of it will fall on the house and come crashing thru......shit, being poor really sucks!

Here you can clearly see the split and the black "line" going all down the middle, the reason I thought it looked like scorch marks, burned from a lightening strike, Yesterday the 17 YR old also kicked the plant in the livingroom too, the one I named Robert Plant(after the Led Zeppelin frontman) she was mad and starting kicking( in the livingroom which she knows very well she's NOT to even be fooling around like that in the livingroom because then things like that happen) and it went flying off the coffee table and turned upside down and fell out of the planted and she tried to put it back in hoping I wouldn't "notice" (yeah......right...) only she did it haphazardly and half-assed and sideways and I noticed all right...the poor thing, and I tried best I could to re-root it and "fix" it but it'll probably die now, and I got this shirt that says If it's not Scottish it's crrrap as well and didn't realize until later was mis-spelled as Scotish, missing one of the "T"'s! Shit. Crrrap.

This is also a close-up of the tree rot. My guess is maybe the nearby Black Walnut tree did it as they are known for releasing toxins to purposely infect and attack other surrounding trees to kill them in order to make more room for themselves.(Greedy ,selfish,and mean, I know)and I saw an news headliner, More Important Than Hockey and I laughed and was like, Well, yeah, ANYTHING and EVERYTHING is more important than hockey! and the other day my hubby asked if we wanted to know the Useless Fact Of The Day and I quipped It must be some sports statistic then? and he got mad and said(about me) We'll just ignore her (like they always do anyway, so it's no different than usual) and I never could "get" this country's obsession with hockey; nothing but a nation of beer-swilling, hockey-loving rednecks and it makes me so embarrassed; so low-class and with no history, no culture,and no class. One of my cousins in Europe also surprised, saddened, angered,and diaappointed me as well saying that BLM (Black Lives Matter) is a racist group and compared them to the KKK! WTF? They're freedom fighters fighting for civil rights! It's just continuing on, modern-day, the movement that Martin Luther King started. I can't believe some people and racism is one thing I will NOT tolerate or understand and I will fight against racism, hate, war, injustice,and oppression until my dying day and most likely my corpse will freeze into rigor mortis with my fist clenched into the Black Power Salute  and I fear under the Trump regime America is periously going to implode and is heading towards civil war with him stoking race wars and class wars and promoting, proking and encouraging police brutality and violence.

I just love this picture and it perfectly captures the beauty  in my life and is one of the best photos I think I have ever taken. My hubby also scoffed how it's "funny" that out of all my many dogs Buddy is the only one I haven't taken to a vet( inplying I've "neglected" him) yet he's the one that's lived the longest but I haven't neglected him; I  take good  care of him and love him more than anything; I'm not neglectful; I'm poor(I can't afford vet costs at least 100$ a visit; when I had $$$ I took my dogs to the vet for their shots and heartworm pills,etc but now we barely have enough to even get by; to buy food  and pay bills and even have to take out loans evey year just to pay for insurance and pay property tax) and it makes me feel bad, and guilty for not  having the $$$, for being poor; the shame and stigma  and sting of poverty, but then I read how several dogs have died from flea medication they got from their vet and it makes me feel a bit better; that we were able to avoid this because I'm too poor to be able to afford to take him to the vet but I love him so absolutely I would die for him and he  knows it and that's all that matters. I also thought an organ I didn't consider that may also be the culprit in causing my staggering shocking pain( now in day 4): my pancreas! It could be the pancreas( hidden away deeply in there, almost forgotten) that could be inflamed, infected, or even pancreatic cancer....it's so bad now I can't even lay on my right side.

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