It was a long week, and we're just feeling settled here and back to normal. We did choose to spend a couple of nights at my mom's house when it came through. Partially due to the flooding concern, but mostly because we knew there would be at least two days of constant north winds and rain coating an already overly saturated ground . . . and did I mention the north-facing water oak in front of the girls' bedroom? We boarded up, packed, and the girls were able to sleep well at night without hearing much inside her thick walls and well-protected house. Except we did hear this:
It got knocked right across the driveway . . . right where Ken considered parking his car because it needed a "washing." Thankfully, he didn't follow through with that, and it didn't hit anything but the driveway. It was old and rusted, but look . . . that's cement poured into that post and in the ground. The wind snapped it. Crazy. We moved it over in a hurry to the side of the house (where it is in that photo), so it wouldn't roll around or get blown somewhere else.
Other than that, our excitement consisted of lots of time for reading,
and playing cards.
The girls spent some quality time playing Bataille (what we call War) with their great-grandparents. We were waiting for a quick lesson on the "good" French words, but everyone got a kick out of how quickly Harper learned how to cheat. All on her own.
Now we're home, safe and sound, with all of our trees still standing.
I hope the rest of you who were in the path are safe as well . . .