Every hurricane past, I’ve been a frantic mess of anticipation. In wait of Irene, I was relatively calm. Maybe it’s because I’ve finally learned in life it’s no use worrying about things of which I have no control. All one can do is be prepared. Being a scouting/camping family (and the fact that Dirt Man is usually more than prepared!), I felt assured we could handle being without electric for a week or so. My main concern was the possibility of tree damage to our house.
I am counting my blessings this morning. We have debris cleanup, small limbs, twigs, leaves, and pinecones; nothing major. We were spared. Maybe Wylie’s growling at the wind and rain really did intimidate Irene! Maybe it was the protective force of all of the prayers, positive thoughts, and well wishes from our family and friends. Maybe, Irene just had other plans. No matter the reason, we are grateful, and hope others made out as well as we did.
The storm did not even seem to be hurricane strength as it passed over us. At times, the rain came down in sheets that hit the pavement and bounced back. Other times, just a steady downpour. The wind swooshed as my trees and the neighbors mingled, shook hands, and danced the night away. The worst was the sound of limbs and pinecones pounding the roof. The noise only woke me up a few times.
We lost power at 5:55 pm. We turned our main switch off, and turned it back on when we woke up this morning, so I’m not sure quite how long we were without power. We had candles and battery operated lanterns, charged batteries on our ipod touches, kindle, laptops, etc… We brought out the board games, and had plenty of beer and food. It was actually nice in a way to have our sons be “forced” to spend time with us!
I’m off to clean up Irene’s mess…