The other side
“And God said. ‘ let there be light’ and there was light… and it was good. ” That’s how I felt when the power company turned the power back on again yesterday. PRAISE GOD!!!…THANK THE MAKER (and the power company dudes)!!!
Four and a half days in extremely humid weather without any hot water or air conditioning to speak of…not to mention contaminated (drinking) water and a house full of sweaty, bored-to-death-kids, and a husband freaking out because he can’t play on the computer or watch TV, will drive any self respecting, southern woman nearly crazy.
I missed my washer and dryer to the point that I was almost in tears. And I also missed my vacuum cleaner. Blasted leaves! They were everywhere in my house because we had all the doors and windows open. The stupid wind kept blowing them in faster than I could sweep them out. Have you ever tried to sweep carpet…in the dark??!! Let me tell you, honey…..
To cut the drama short, we made it; all in one piece and with most of our sainty in tact—there was just that one tiny little incident with the push broom and a fallen tree branch, but we shant speak of that. Besides, I don’t think too many of the neighbors saw me anyway.
We didn’t have any structural damage to our house, just some large limbs from our live oak out front blew down. I had prayed over my pecan trees (before the storm this time—I actually got out in it during Katrina and prayed over them), and they stood firm. Go ahead and laugh, but my trees are still standing. What can you say? I like my trees—that and the chainsaw isn’t working.
The barn lost a few of it’s siding pieces and a piece off the tin roof, but the chickens were fine. The tree next to the barn, however, didn’t fare as well. It snapped in half and landed in the road behind our house, blocking it entirely. The neighbors were nice enough to cut it up for us and remove it.
My mother came out alright; no damage to her house. She’s now providing the entire block with coffee in the evenings. Come to think of it, I’ve never known her to not have coffee ready at 4 in the evening—even as a child. Sort of like the post office—“come rain or come shine, we shall have coffee!”
Hubby is singing my praises too. For like mother like daughter, I had a way to make coffee also. I had an old percolator that you put on the stove/BBQ pit and brew. It was delicious and if you weren’t careful and made it too strong, would put hair on your chest.
He was also singing my praises for all of my ‘over shopping’ before the hurricane. Seven people can consume a lot of groceries—especially kids when they’re bored. We used just about everything I had bought. He apologized and gave me a kiss. Awwhhh….how sweet.
But, I must stress that getting through the hurricane is usually the easy part. It’s the aftermath that’s hard. People get impatient, short tempered, and cranky. And really, who could blame them? Having to wait 45 minutes in line for gas or a 25 minute stand in line at the only grocery store open in the heat can weigh on a person’s nerves. Plus, EVERYTHING has risen in price—sometimes doubled. They aren’t supposed to do that, price gouging, but people do. It’s a shame, and really you are at their mercy until things get back to normal.
Our generator cost us two hundred dollars more than it should and the loaf of bread a dollar more. Gas has risen in price too—if you can find any.
Every year, every hurricane, it’s the same song and dance. We all know it’s gonna happen, and we deal with it. It’s just one of those things. You just try and prepare better for it next time while you remember and repeat the the commandment, “Thou shalt not kill…“, over and over in your head. Sometimes out loud if necessary.
Anyway, all is fine here now. I’ve finally heard from all of my friends and family that were involved in the storm and everyone is alright. (thanks again, Barb)
Thank you all for your prayers. I will try and post the few pictures of the storm and damage that I took when I get a chance.