Not gloating, just proud.
Pretty good windstorm today, which crashed a number of trees into houses.
Didn't crash any trees into my house! Why? Because I finally had the sense to
cut the weapons down last year.
Didn't mess up my fence either! Why? Because I finally had the sense to get it properly braced last year.
Gloating? More like gratitude. Gratitude is important, even when it's just gratitude to myself for having goddamn sense and goddamn frugality. Frugality piled up enough money to do the job, and sense made the decision.
Thanks, me.
Update late 2014: Adding more thanks after the tornado-like storm on 7/23/14. Of course the trees are still gone, so they still couldn't crash into my house; more meaningfully, the braced fence held up perfectly. It was supposedly guaranteed up to 70 mph, and this was 75 mph. And special thanks to the neighbors on the west, who cut down one big tree around the same time (2011) when I cut all of mine. Their big tree would certainly have taken me out in July, but its murderous intentions were also foiled by good sense.