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Yes, the hurricane rolled right over us. Right fucking over us. We were directly in the path of the center.
We think it was a category 2 by the time it got here. The kids were scared; we all ended up huddled in the hallway, except for D, who was standing at the end of the hallway scoping out the situation. Windows were buckling but held, and the most damage we have is a fence down in the backyard and a few shingles off our roof. A huge tree was blocking our cul de sac this morning, but it was moved relatively quickly. Perhaps one of our neighbors called someone; I really don't know.
Power poles (not lines, poles) are down all over the place though, within a quarter of a mile of us. Streets are blocked off by police vehicles. Some of the other lines are down too. I'm amazed that I have the power to write this. Its longevity is not guaranteed; some folks had power and then lost it again. But I am so thankful for it now. There is much to be thankful for.
The oddest thing about the scene is the smell. Walk out of my front door and you're hit with the scent of fresh lumber; it's as if you were standing in a Christmas tree lot. The smell comes from either the trees that were uprooted, or the ones with branches torn away as if chewed by some giant vengeful beaver.
But, thankfully, we're all okay. Apart from minor damage, most of the neighborhood homes seem in good shape. I've reached most of my friends and family and everyone is fine.
Much to be thankful for.
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We think it was a category 2 by the time it got here. The kids were scared; we all ended up huddled in the hallway, except for D, who was standing at the end of the hallway scoping out the situation. Windows were buckling but held, and the most damage we have is a fence down in the backyard and a few shingles off our roof. A huge tree was blocking our cul de sac this morning, but it was moved relatively quickly. Perhaps one of our neighbors called someone; I really don't know.
Power poles (not lines, poles) are down all over the place though, within a quarter of a mile of us. Streets are blocked off by police vehicles. Some of the other lines are down too. I'm amazed that I have the power to write this. Its longevity is not guaranteed; some folks had power and then lost it again. But I am so thankful for it now. There is much to be thankful for.
The oddest thing about the scene is the smell. Walk out of my front door and you're hit with the scent of fresh lumber; it's as if you were standing in a Christmas tree lot. The smell comes from either the trees that were uprooted, or the ones with branches torn away as if chewed by some giant vengeful beaver.
But, thankfully, we're all okay. Apart from minor damage, most of the neighborhood homes seem in good shape. I've reached most of my friends and family and everyone is fine.
Much to be thankful for.
A+