Untouched and without stress
That went well. The hurricane, I mean. After twenty hours in the company of “genny”, our life is back to normal. One tree branch, a birch, in the front yard. Nothing else. I should underline that: Nothing else. No more stress than an ordinary windy afternoon.
It could have been much worse. As one pundit wrote, “I liked fall better when the leaves came down without the trees they were attached to”. Actually, down the lane, some trees are now a memory, as the local fix-it guy came through with his chainsaw this afternoon and converted the whole lot into firewood. Quick work, and it keeps the cars from detouring through the hay.
Up the road, a tree on a roof. Across the road, more trees. I haven’t been out to look, but social media provides images. Schools will be closed tomorrow, in an effort to calm the kids. Nothing says “life is OK” like a storm day after the storm has passed. The electrical grid is restored, and the lines for coffee should resolve themselves once home percolators kick in.
I need to say it again: here, nothing happened. Not even a moment of discomfort. Could have been a very different story. I was able to “watch” the eye of the hurricane pass by, with the requisite dip and climb in air pressure. Textbook example. This year’s storm season is still on, for a few more weeks, but we’ve been tested. From now on, a forecast will seem relevant. Not just something for those who live in the tropics. Here. We get weather, too, and snow is not the only way to wake us up to changes.
