They ended, of course. But it sure didn’t seem like they were going to.
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Just dropping in
I had just gotten off the phone with my mom (“So far, so good!” I’d told her) when I saw (well, heard, first) this limb come down with a smack to the roof and a thud on the ground. The impact shook every piece of glass in my house. It fell at a fortunate angle; it could have easily busted through my back bedroom windows.
When the rain let up, I went outside to see if it did any damage to the roof or siding, or even the fence (it’s from my neighbor’s tree). Far as I can tell, all is well, except it landed on and around my central unit, so I’ll need to make sure everything’s kosher with that before the horrible Memphis summer sets in.
Last night as the storm kicked up and the thunder rattled my bones, I was fairly on edge. It’s one thing to fear death by whipped wind and electroshock (which I do), but it is another acutely uncomfortable feeling when you fear financial ruin because Mother Nature likes to break shit during her hissy fits.
It would seem I got off light this time. Phew.
On the bright side, now I totally have an excuse to buy a chainsaw.
Icing
I was having a big time out in the yard photographing the glassy branches when a big oak limb in my neighbor’s yard snapped and fell to the ground, bringing a power line (or cable line? not sure) to the ground with it. I thought for a split second she’d coming running outside and see me there at midnight and suspect I’d done something to bring the branch down, but then I realized the bigger threat to me was the big oak limbs above my head in my own yard, which were swaying and tinkling and cracking with every breath of wind. And I hauled my ass back inside and called it a night.
Day 92: Stormy Weather
Just cant get my poor self together,
I’m weary all of the time
So weary all of the time
“Stormy Weather” — written by Harold Arlen and Ted Koehler
(I am partial to the Etta James version)
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