and yes, we were in the middle of it, with my beloved spouse (once again, how does he do it?) out of town for the worst of it. The power actually went out for us about five hours before the winds really started. No idea what happened, but apparently most of the peninsula we live on was dark at that time. So, the kids and I had a fine dinner of Philippino chicken and rice, made sure we had emergency supplies and talked about whether they would have school in the morning.
The kids slept in the hallway Thursday night, and enjoyed every minute of it. I slept fitfully in my own bed — well, woke fitfully most of the night. And in the morning, the kids were delighted to have the whole day to rest and play — school having, of course, been canceled.
Here are a couple of pics we took Saturday morning (more than 24 hours after the blow) of the roads leading up to our our home, which had not a tree down, not even a true branch… just a few twiglets lying around, mostly from other peoples’ trees!
Just to get out of our dead-end street, we had to dance the limbo!
This is the main road… one of the more spectacular images, but hardly a singular sight.
This poor house has been hit by trees at least three times since it was built two years ago.
Last month, trees on one end of its property fell across the power lines. They were just cleaning up from that mess when…
A different house on our street had two trees in the front go across the lines, and three trees in the back fell on the house. They are already making good progress in cleaning up and getting things sorted out. Though I know they are facing a long haul to return to “normal” (after my parents’ own experience just ten months ago), I think they are resourceful enough to not suffer overmuch.
I am more worried about the homeless folks and the people who live in apartments, who have little recourse on these cold, windy and rainy nights.
I will post more pics later, when we are back online at home.