During every storm along the east coast, we always prepare for the worst. When I say “we”, I mean the residents that have lived here for a while. In my neighborhood, they like to tell stories about all the hurricanes and what happened with each one. There were Floyd parties, Katrina ramblings, and Irene stories. So, I made my preparations on Friday, went to my friend’s house Saturday night for her event, we called it Octoberfestorm, and ran out in the rain yesterday to get some last-minute costume things for my kids…there was no one there. Ha.
Last night I could not still the unrest of my mind as I tried to sleep. We have 100 feet trees or more surrounding our house. During every storm, a few in the neighborhood usually go down. So once again I prayed that if any went down, they would miss everyone’s houses as they always have. I fell into a deep sleep only to wake up this morning from a horribly weird Stephen King dream. For real. Whew. I could write some horror stories from some of my nightmares. Anyway, moving on. The yard is flooded. The sandbags in front of my garage are holding. There are a few limbs down, but we are all safe. I think it’s time I called that tree man. Oh, and I am off work today. The storm is not over yet.
I will survey the area when I can and possibly do one of my photo updates with just pictures and captions. I like doing those. I might even measure the water height with my dachshunds. No, wait, that’s not nice.
“If patience is worth anything, it must endure to the end of time. And a living faith will last in the midst of the blackest storm.” ~Mahatma Ghandi