Hell of a Guy

The Storm…


Actually written Saturday morning but our internet was out all day and I could not access this site…enjoy.

As if The Nancy and I don’t have enough to this next week just to ready ourselves for our Ireland vacation, the storm hit.  Last night it hit hard, and it was a frog choker.  In the seven years we have lived in this house we have never heard wind and rain hit the western side of our house as we did last night.  It was scary.

The weather service said this area was under a tornado warning, and if the color of the sky was any indication of that possibility we were ready and more than willing to scramble to the basement in a hurry.  It was very ugly…very, very ugly.  And just about the time lightning lit up that ugly sky we caught a glimpse of it, and then the heavens opened up and the wind and rain drove us back into the house in about two seconds.  We turned on the TV and tuned it to the Weather Channel, and just about at that time the lights began to flicker and shortly thereafter our power went out.  The rain lasted for about an hour and a half, and as it was tapering off, having sat in the dark for all that time, we decided the best thing to do was to go to bed. 

I awoke this morning at 5:30.  I took a look outside and immediately saw a flower box blown over and emptied its flowering contents on the walkway, and I thought if this is all we have in the way of damage we then made out like bandits.  Not so fast, Zoo Breath; I did not look far enough.

Across from our house is a field I mow and take care of, and at the bottom is a row of walnut trees the biggest of which was lying over on its side.  Bummer!  Bad news: the tree is down.  Good news: I have a good and adequate supply of firewood forever and ever, Amen!


I grabbed my car keys to check out our half-mile long, tree-lined driveway, only to find a huge tree leaning very low across it about halfway to the road with no way to get around it.  Thankfully, I own a chain saw.  Unthankfully, tree removal is a hard, nasty job.  It took me about an hour to cut a makeshift tunnel under the tree so at least we can get in and out until we get back from Ireland so I can do a proper cleanup.

Considering all of these events I could not help but wonder what it might be like to live in a nice condo complex where someone else cleans up blown down trees and mows the grass and all does all other kinds of yard work.  I even wondered what it might be like to have a smaller house on a small lot to mow with no trees.  Then reality set in…I own an old house on four acres a half mile off a paved road seven miles outside of Beautiful Downtown Berkeley Springs, West Virginia, and today I have a huge mess to clean up, but minor compared to some of the devastation I have seen on the news today. 

I guess I am pretty damn lucky.

And that is all I have to say about that… 

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