Thought I’d give you an update of hurricane conditions here before we lose our electricity. My friend who lives in Chesapeake lost power over an hour ago so we probably won’t be far behind.
Yesterday I made fifteen dozen cookies. I figure if I go down with the house it might as well be with a cookie in my mouth. No, seriously I failed to buy sweets at the grocery store, and my boys are here riding out Irene with us. They thought a case of beer was not enough so Youngest went out in the flying debris and bought two more. My thought process was that I wanted to be coherent to take any necessary action. Maybe their thought process was “ignorance is bliss”!
Not much rest last night as Dirt Man gets weather alert text for our zip code. His phone went off four or five times during the night for tornado watch, tornado warning, and water spouts. Of course, the pelting rain and beating pinecones on the roof also did not make for a restful night.
I made a big breakfast for all while we still have electricity and took a hot shower and blow dried my hair since I might not be able to do it for a while. Sorry, I missed your call Sister Peggy while I was in the shower. My folks and siblings have all called to check in on us. Chances are that once Irene pays her visit, we won’t be able to get back in touch with them, depending on the cell service.
Just heard that three homes in the Sandbridge area lost their roofs. Irene is still one hundred miles from us, but apparently she has sent her peeps ahead to set the tone. Wylie is sitting in the front window growling at the rain and wind. I think she is trying to intimidate Irene. The dog also will not go out to the bathroom. How do you make a dog understand the weather conditions are not going to get any better for a long time? And no, I’m NOT going to attempt to toilet train an 80 pound dog!
Eye of the storm has stalled…only hope that does not mean it’s picking up strength. Currently the rain is falling in shifting sheets and the wind is howling and dropping pinecones and small branches from the trees. Our street is not flooded yet, only the ditches have filled. The dog is now growling at a tree limb floating down the street ditch. I opened the door in an attempt to get a photo, but thought better of it. When I opened the door, I was met with an odd scent. Dirt Man told me it was a mix of bayberry and pine as the trees are clashing together.
So basically things here are a bit mild in comparison to what is to come…