|An unwelcome guest in my back yard, also known as Queens Creek|
Aside from strong winds, rain and an ardent desire to push Queens Creek up into my house, Hurricane Irene also brought widespread power outages.
At the peak of the storm Saturday afternoon/evening, afraid that any of the large pine trees surrounding my house could do me in at any moment, I moved down to the
The basement serves only two purposes. It houses over forty years of Chesapeake Bay Family junk, and the Chesapeake Bay Children use it as a ripstick/skateboarding heaven, complete with
But last Saturday night, it became
I brought some
Thank God for my cell phone, which allowed me to text.
|The previous shot was taken with the flash. Here's what it really looked like. I couldn't find that Coke even if I did want to drink it.|
The only source of
Some of the most entertaining text messages came from my neighbor in Hallieford across the creek. She recently moved to Mathews after many years in Northern Virginia. Her husband went to high school with me and Chesapeake Bay Middle Sister, and they're temporarily living in his mother's house almost directly across the creek from my parents.
Her daughter and Chesapeake Bay Son played on the same soccer team last spring, so we've had many opportunities to
She has a superb sense of humor.
Anyway, she and I exchanged texts over the course of the storm, including the following which took place Saturday, just as things were really getting exciting around here.
Hallieford Neighbor: "Your window treatments are exquisite! (Referring to the plywood panels covering the sliding glass doors facing her house.) You must have hired the same designers we did. Hope all is OK."
CBW, giddy from exhaustion and processed foods: "HAAA!!! I can't see a (insert an unsavory word here that is slightly stronger than "darn") thing, it's like a tomb in here! Wine tastes the same though, so all is good. Hope you all are OK too. I have a generator and stuff, not that I know how to use it."
Important Safety Note: CBW does indeed have a generator in her garage. She has no idea how to use it, thus it was not pulled out once during the entire ordeal. She had no intention of blowing her head off or dying from carbon monoxide, which would be the only possible outcomes if she got into a wrangle with a generator.
Hallieford Neighbor: "Yep, we're sandbagging. Well, we're putting Mother-in-Law's load of topsoil in garbage bags to keep water out of the basement where some of our stuff is stored. Ain't this fun?"
CBW: "B*tchin! (Remember, CBW, who normally prefers PG-13 language, was exhausted, stressed out, worried, and had been sipping high fructose corn syrup from a can. In the dark. Pardon her foul language, but she just couldn't help it.) Just how I pictured my life--I mean my weekend!"
Hallieford Neighbor: "Didn't you CHOOSE to move back here? I am still learning/musing/scrambling. We will catch your stuff as it floats by. Friends do that."
CBW: "Bless you. And yes, I chose this bliss. I believe that is the definition of insanity: Moving back to Mathews HOPING for a different outcome."
More photos and stories as time permits over this holiday weekend.
Otherwise, stay safe and hurricane-free, but do keep a close hold on friends, especially those who can keep you semi-sane and laughing in the throes of a major storm, whether that storm is figurative or literal.
p.s. Yesterday I drove down to one of the county beaches and am happy to report no major/horrifying/life-altering/disastrous erosion, although certainly there was an impact. The pictures I took will go up soon, assuming laptops, weather systems, and prevailing
Have a great weekend!