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Saturday, July 13, 2024

Beryl, You Angry Little Bugger



I know it's been seven days since I posted. 

It's been quite the seven days.

Remember that post about hurricane season? Yeap, that booger, Beryl rolled right up to our front door on Monday morning. And unlike the trees, we're still standing.

We woke up sometime around 3am with no power, rain pouring on the roof, the house (single-wide trailer to be accurate) shaking, and the violent sound of the wind that was doing the shaking roaring in our ears.

There may have been a little bit of  a tornado involved. I'm not completely for sure, but the path of tree damage seems a little whompy for what I'd assume to be a straight shot wind from a hurricane.

Regardless, plenty of older, thicker, well-watered trees were snapped off like brittle toothpicks. Our storage shed, (which we filled to capacity for storm preparations) was clearly lifted up at the front and set back down on the cinderblock, because it now juts up at a clearly wedged and alarming angle.

 We barely care. After five hours of praying that the house (trailer) didn't blow away, we're just happy to be here. And if I'm honest about it, we were truly so blessed!

Plenty of people had much more damage than we had. If the trees in the picture above had blown right instead of left, I wouldn't be here right now. No exaggeration. So many people in far larger cities went without power longer. Ours came back on by nine, Monday night. Same with internet; ours was back up by four pm on Tuesday.

I can't say we don't have a little PTSD. The power went off for about ten minutes yesterday and we went into immediate action like it was Beryl 2.0. The rain starts and we cringe. The thunder starts and we stop still and assess.

We're still trying to get the house back to rights after all of the accommodations for our powerlessness and messy weather. The landlord had crews out this morning at oh-early-thirty to cut up and dispose of all of the fallen trees. Between all of us in this little enclave it had to be at least 20. And those were just the ones he is responsible for; there are plenty more down our street that he is not.

It's only six days post-storm. It feels like it was both yesterday and forever ago all at the same time.

When does hurricane season end again?

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