So Monday night? We had one mother of a storm. It was some scary crap y'all. I hadn't been this scared since Hurricane Floyd, and I mean that.
See this next to my beautiful car? A tree came down. It almost took out my car. That branch was all that was left after my neighbor dragged it out of the way.
Speaking of neighbors? The ones across the street from us? Three trees on their roof.
Jason has been saying for months he needs to cut down this tree. If it fell it would fall directly into Girl Child's room.
I guess Jesus has his own chainsaw or some crap.
Yet another tree. We had three down in our yard.
This tree was struck by lightening. Our neighbor saw it happen. He said it was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen in his life. The tree SHOULD have fallen on our house. The wind was blowing that way. The tree was LEANING that way. He said it was struck, it snapped and it was just like someone picked it up and gently lay it in our yard.
It's hard to tell, but it pretty much takes up the length of the side of our house.
Ginger was scared poopless during the storm and hid under the desk the whole time. It probably didn't help that I was running around the house shrieking, "IT'S RAININ' SIDEWAYS!"
Afterward she came out on our porch with me. Our COVERED porch, which still got soaked due to the aforementioned sideways rain.
Jason and I stood outside for a very long time last night, looking at our land. Looking at the broken trees and the neighbors houses which didn't quite fare as well as ours.
He grabbed me, suddenly, and held me tight.
"I guess we caught a break this time," he said, quietly.
Three trees down in our yard. No power for twenty hours. A fridge and freezer full of spoiled food.
And thank God for that. For every bit of it.