‘The wind blew, the shit flew, and there stood [name].’
Tuesday was a commuting day, 115 miles from our house to Seattle. I left before 0530 and was getting blown all over the road. It was blowing Wednesday. And yesterday. The wind is still blowing. Mrs. L.A. texted me a few minutes ago to say that the power just went out at her hotel in Issaquah, about 120 miles south of here.
Some shingles on the rustic old shed in the back yard are askew or blown away. (I haven’t had a chance to look closely yet.) Mrs. L.A.'s angel figurine was blown over. I left it. Why not? It’ll just get blown over again, right? I put up 8-foot wide and 10-foot wide shades on one side of the deck, under the roof. I’ve rolled those up.
But the one little branch that fell into a cedar bough when we had a couple of maples cut down several months ago is still stuck up there. :rolleyes:
I’m hoping the power doesn’t go out here. I haven’t had the generator tuned up in a three or four years, and the last time it got any use was two years ago.