Making it up: A regular Paul Bunyan

This week in English we finished reading me and Orson Welles. It was a really good story, one of the best we have read this year.  This weekend my father had the tree person over to my house to look at one of the trees in my yard.  It is a big blue spruce three that was planted then the house was built about 30 years ago.  Over the past month the tree had been getting really brown at the top so we needed to know what to do.  The tree person said the tree was basically dead and was going to have to be removed.  That happens Saturday.  Sunday I wake up and I am told that I was going to be helping my father cut down tree.  I really do not know why we cannot just have someone do it but he has always been that way.  One time we were going to go to Cleveland to see my sister and my father wanted to give her the piano from our house.  Instead of hiring piano mover we loaded it on to our truck and drove up there and then unloaded it.  That piano weighed a ton and was top heavy.  He has always wanted to do things on his own.  I think that he has been watching the History Channel show Ax Men to much.  So this tree is about 25 feet tall and sits about 10 feet from the street.  This is not a very good combination.  About 8 feet away from the tree in the street is my neighbor’s car.  There is a kid riding his bike in the street.  I can see this ending a few ways.  The tree hits the car and we have to move away, the tree hits the kid and we have to move away, the tree smashes my father and I have to do the rest of this alone, and finally I get smashed by the tree like the wicked witch of the east and the kid one the bike gets my ruby slippers.  All of these are very bad.  So what happens is the lady moves her car and the kid goes inside which cuts out 2 of the 4 possibilities.  Now my father does not have a gas powered chainsaw.  He has an electric chainsaw.  This is like racing with a Prius.  It works very slowly.  So we do everything.  The tree falls.  We clean everything up .  It was a messy job.  I had needles stuck in my hands and I had sap all over me.  As I am writing this I smell like an air freshener, which is kind of nauseating and soothing at the same time.