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constanceSo there was this storm on Saturday afternoon. I was sitting on my sofa, watching Juno, which I highly recommend, by the way, and there was rain, you know, perfect for movie watching, and it got thunderier and thunderier, which is a little unusual for this part of the world, and then there was a clattery sound and gradually it dawned on me that it was hailing, and right around the time I got up to take a look at the sugar-cube-sized pellets falling on us, the electricity went out. And it came back on late in the evening, but something woke me up super-early, and I thought it was the electricity going out again, so I got up and unplugged the computer and turned off the AC, and then went back to bed. But I think that what must have woken me up was not the electricity going out so much as the fucking TORNADO plowing through my front yard, although I did not know this until I woke again at eight and realized that my front yard (and the rest of the neighborhood as well) looked like a tornado had plowed through it.
All things considered, it's not that big a deal. Amazingly, the storm headed straight down the middle of the street and left the houses pretty much untouched. My house is fine, my car is fine, we are fine, and we're still without electricity, but that's a small price to pay for being healthy and intact. Other places haven't been so lucky, including a major (for our city) shopping district, and so there's a 9pm enforced curfew on the city. I've been sitting round for the last couple of nights reading by flashlight and candlelight, watching the laundry pile up, being reminded how surprisingly dark it is when there are no lights at all, listening to the constant serenade of chainsaws and wood chippers.
It's been an interesting couple of days, really. And I have an all-day seminar in Atlanta to get to, so I can't be catching up today, but I did want to say hey before I cleared off. So. Hey. Keep your fingers crossed that I have electricity when I get home this afternoon, okay?
The front yard before cleanup
My poor dead lamppost, which is looking a little like I made it out of tinfoil. It sits fifteen feet from the edge of the house, holy shit.
All things considered, it's not that big a deal. Amazingly, the storm headed straight down the middle of the street and left the houses pretty much untouched. My house is fine, my car is fine, we are fine, and we're still without electricity, but that's a small price to pay for being healthy and intact. Other places haven't been so lucky, including a major (for our city) shopping district, and so there's a 9pm enforced curfew on the city. I've been sitting round for the last couple of nights reading by flashlight and candlelight, watching the laundry pile up, being reminded how surprisingly dark it is when there are no lights at all, listening to the constant serenade of chainsaws and wood chippers.
It's been an interesting couple of days, really. And I have an all-day seminar in Atlanta to get to, so I can't be catching up today, but I did want to say hey before I cleared off. So. Hey. Keep your fingers crossed that I have electricity when I get home this afternoon, okay?
The front yard before cleanup
My poor dead lamppost, which is looking a little like I made it out of tinfoil. It sits fifteen feet from the edge of the house, holy shit.
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Date: 2008-05-13 02:20 pm (UTC)