Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an arborist in Valdahon is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First stop, Rue de la République. I’m there, ready to check out this massive oak. I mean, this tree is a beast! But guess what? Some dude’s parked his car right under it. Like, c’mon man, you really think that’s a good idea? I’m standing there, shaking my head, thinking, “What’s next? A picnic under a falling rock?”
So, I knock on his window. He looks at me like I’m the crazy one. I’m like, “Bro, that tree’s got a few branches that are just waiting to drop. You wanna be the next headline?” He just shrugs. Ugh, people!
After that, I head over to the Parc de la Gare. Beautiful spot, right? I’m just vibing, checking out the trees, when I see this kid climbing a tree. I’m like, “Nice! Go for it, little dude!” But then, he slips. My heart drops. But he catches himself! Phew! I’m sweating bullets. I’m not ready to be the guy who has to explain to a parent why their kid fell outta a tree.
Then, I get a call. It’s from the mairie. They need me to check out some sick trees on Rue des Écoles. I’m like, “Sure, I’ll be there in a jiffy.” But jiffy turns into an hour. Traffic was a nightmare! I’m stuck behind this old lady driving 20 km/h. I’m like, “C’mon, lady! We’re not in a snail race!”
Finally, I get to Rue des Écoles. And wow, these trees are in bad shape. I mean, they look like they’ve been through a war. I’m talking branches everywhere, leaves drooping like they just heard bad news. I’m fuming. “Why don’t people take care of their trees?” I’m muttering to myself.
So, I start my work. I’m up in the tree, feeling like a monkey, when I hear this loud crash. I look down, and some guy just dropped his bike. I can’t help but laugh. “Dude, you okay?” He’s fine, just embarrassed. I’m like, “Welcome to Valdahon, where bikes fall and trees stand tall!”
After a long day, I’m finally wrapping up. I’m exhausted, but there’s this little café on Rue de la Liberté. I swing by for a coffee. Best decision ever! The barista knows me. “Hey, tree guy!” she says. I love that. I’m not just some random dude; I’m the tree guy!
I sit outside, sipping my coffee, watching the world go by. Kids playing, couples walking hand in hand. It’s a vibe. I think about how crazy today was. From angry drivers to falling bikes, it’s all part of the job.
As the sun sets, I realize Valdahon’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a day without drama. But hey, that’s life, right?
So, I head home, tired but happy. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? Just another adventure in Valdahon!