Sadly, Rather Unlike the Adult Beverage
Hurricane Ike came this morning. It’s the first hurricane I’ve been through in the eleven years that I have lived in Texas. My parents and brother hunkered down in Katy, which got more than we did up here, but still the show was impressive. At least I have power, water and television reception at this moment, whereas, last I heard, they have no power, no water and they are spending their free moments cleaning up the debris in the yard. Luckily, no damage to the house or the cars. The worst I got here was just down old dead branches falling out in to the yard (thank you Mother Nature for doing something I had been postponing). But it was never too serious or worrisome - I even caught the friendly squirrel at her feeder I put up several time today in the wind and the rain.
It came about 7 this morning, at least enough for there to be a sizeable difference in the wind speeds. It’s normally pretty windy here, being that it is flatter than Kansas and all, but the winds picked up rather quickly in about thirty minutes and I would say there were some strong gusts, maybe up to 75 mph, but a constant blow at about 40 or so. I woke up and it was still dark, but Beau was pacing around my room, looking forlornly in my direction as if to say, “Are you up yet? Oh God, we’re going to die and the girl is not even awake!!” We went outside, and thank god yet again for teaching him to pee on command - he pottied after a bit of persuasion in the howling wind and driving rain. Of course, I had to be standing in the lawn under my tree in the danger zone, but we got it accomplished, and damp and wind blown we went to have breakfast.
The rest of the day has been, shall I say, uneventful. I chose this weekend to paint since we got out of school on Friday (who knows why since this thing didn’t even come until this morning). I repainted the kitchen because I hated the turquoise in there and I started on the living room. Mostly as a procrastination from studying, also because I want to impress my parents with my skills when they come up this Friday (I’ll be babysitting grumpy corgi, Ms. Penny, for the week). Beau lounged on the sofa, snoring and every once and while looking up when a strong gust would come by, but otherwise unperturbed as I painted, made soup and watched movies.
So my first hurricane was… a success? At least there was no damage and all we got was a lot of free water for my lawn and some wind that knocked stuff out of my trees that probably should have been knocked out eventually anyway. No lightning, no thunder, no tornadoes, no moments of adrenaline or even slight worry.
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