There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked
And they all lived together in a little crooked
Remember that poem? Well, so far I am not a crooked man and I don't live in a crooked house, but I do have a crooked power pole.
And a view from the other side:
What happened, you may ask? Well, a little while back the power company hired contractors to trim the trees and vines and any such stuff away from their lines. When they came in here, they must have pulled too hard on the vines and when they saw what they did they just quit, leaving half of the line from the transformer to my pole untrimmed. So, I guess I will try to finish their trimming job and then straighten my pole. I think I will get a treated 2x4 and use it as a brace after I tie a rope around the pole and winch it back to vertical. Not a huge job, but one that needs done and one that needs done right.
You all have a great day now, you hear?