The Great Unpleasantness

When Hurricane Irma came barreling through town, there was the usual panic. People left a week ahead of time and bought up all the gas and water jugs they could find... and then went for a day at the beach. As you know, Irma was a slow moving storm. It took ages to get here and in some ways that made it less scary. I say that as someone who wasn't having to prepare for the disastrous version that hit so many south of here. I feel awful about what Irma has done. There are lots of terrible things in life but as a homebody, losing my house and safety bubble is one of the most heartbreaking things. That's their home. Imagine having a beautiful, laughter filled home on a Tuesday and by Friday you live in a crowded shelter with just what you could carry. I can't really imagine that.

Now that I've said that, forgive me for telling you what a great day we had when Irma passed through. We had knee-deep water in the back yard. That's a first at the Union house. 

 After all the hijinks, splashing, laughing, and kayaking in the back yard, we came inside and played board games and Pig, ate leftover birthday cake, and then all got very sleepy. The rain stopped around four o'clock and the guys went home.

And then we woke up the next morning...

We stood in the yard hooting and laughing white we watched the dock in the storm. The whole thing from end to end was lifting and pitching and snaking through the water. It was very interesting to watch and I felt much less heartbroken about losing this one as it now feels like a very possible occurrence, much less unthinkable than before. Dad was a trooper too and laughed at the irony and the wasted money and time. 

Maybe this go-round I'll be able to have the Grand Reopening Celebration I was hoping for. 

Mini-quiche here we come!