I'm making one trip out this evening. I'm delivering a pizza to a friend. Her husband has had a hip replacement and has a hankering for a Pizza Hut Supreme Pizza. The advisory is done at 6, so I'm guess that the 5 PM delivery time is pretty safe, with the wind dying down.
Tim called me at first break. "It's really getting windy here," he commented. "Watch Joanne's (our neighbor) trees." They are huge things that sustained severe damage during a couple bad storms this summer. One landed on a roof. Not ours, but Tim gets a bit nervous about the wind ever since we had the two trees fall on the house at the retirement property.
I said, "They're dancing around pretty good. I'm keeping an eye on the tin on the wood pile. It seems like it's staying put." (It's weighted down.)
Tim continued. "Keep an eye on the trucks. Make sure nothing falls on them." (They sit under two very large trees. There is no place to put them that's any safer, really.)
I said, "Soooooooo....what is it that I'm supposed to do if trees start toppling over on your truck? I don't think I'm going to run out there and throw myself between the trees and your trucks. It just doesn't seem like the smart thing to do. Nope, Tim. The trucks are on their own, baby."
Tim hesitated. In the end, he decided his wife was more valuable than his dump truck and his beloved old 1981 Chevy pick up. Only then did he laugh.