It started with a whisper, just a whisper of a wind. Beloved was confident it wouldn’t get too bad out there so he didn’t worry about battening down the hatches. Not that we have hatches because we don’t and I’m pretty sure neither of us have as clue how to batten them down anyway! 😉
Around 2 am just past the witching hour, the dog decided he needed to patrol the house. When the dog patrols the house, he does it in such a way as to wake, well, the dead. So of course we were up and in a fit of power struggle, Beloved decided to take the dog outside. The dog was having none of this, nor should he because that whisper of a wind had become a howl. A nonstop, constant howling wind.
Had the dog gone out with Beloved, and had Beloved put the leash on the dog, I’m sure the effect would have been similar to the dog being a kite. So we sat there, the two is with hot cocoa because Beloved decided we needed that, while the dog continued to patrol the inside of the house.
When the power went out we sat in flickering candle light trying to soothe the dog. All around us the winds picked up and I understood how people could mistake the noise for a woman screeching or keening. It was just incredible!
It moved from incredible to surreal when we heard the load crack as the tree across the street came down. And then it was slowly dying down, as though the grand act had been the taking down of a large, old tree. As suddenly as the storm had come, it was gone and we carefully grabbed some jackets and headed out to see the damage.
The backyard or garden had a table tipped over, my terracotta pots were in pieces and the vines on the house had been ripped off. That was pretty much the extent of it. There was only limbs from the fallen tree in our front. But the same couldn’t be said for the lovely elderly couple across the road from us, or even our neighbors.
When the tree went down, it basically fell across the elderly couple’s walk, essentially trapping them from using the front walk. Their car, which was parked out front was now under a massive tree, crushed like a small can.
The neighbors to the right of us had water in their front enters ce, a sure sign that things weren’t all square and tight. Our neighbors to the left had broken windows from flying debris. After ensuring then couple across the street were okay Beloved and some of the men in area decided to start to remove the tree as best they could. I couldn’t do much for broken windows as we didn’t have spare boards or stuff so I opted to help mop up the other neighbor’s house.
All the while people were talking about how about how incredible the storm was and how it hit some places and missed others. I was silent, taken back to having been through a few hurricanes and getting the same sights now as I had back then. It wasn’t just a storm that had come in off the water, it had to be something akin to a tropical storm or such.
Later on in the day we’d see people surfing in the choppy, huge waves. We’d see other people dealing with broken windows, damaged property or trees everywhere. And we’d marvel at how the only thing we had to deal with was no power, some broken pots and a noisy dog. While other people talked about how lucky they were, we knew we had come out of this far luckier than most, and so we helped where we could. It was nice to see the whole neighborhood pull together, to see people talking and sharing. It was sad that it took something like this for that to happen.