A wee bit of a storm hit our area last week. Quite scary/interesting/mind boggling/amazing. Really. Our street was the hardest hit in our neighborhood, but I’m still not sure if anyone’s owning up to it being a tornado or not. Our house was not the hardest hit, either. Oh, and this is just one tree in the back yard.
This is our biggest headache right now. Also what scared the bejasus out of my dad. I keep chastising my mother for laughing, because this tree came darn close to hitting him. Had it come through the house, it would’ve, cause originally he was standing in front of the window that you can’t see in this picture for all the tree/leaves. Apparently, about .25 seconds later? He was in the bedroom closet. She finds it hilarious. Bad wife, bad wife!
You can see from the picture that The Boy is finding the whole thing a bit upsetting. He used to have a swing in the tree that got hit. In this picture, he was actually saying “Oh no, don’t tell me my swing is gone!” Why yes, sweety. . .
In all, it wasn’t too, too bad, but there are repairs to be done to the deck railing, a hole in the roof/ceiling (small one, really), and a broken window to contend with. Other than that, the real pain is going to come on days like today – when it’s hotter ‘n blazes outside, because now all our shade is gone along the back of the house and the deck. Dang.
We also had the next day off from school because of all the residual power outages. Which just meant that I got my report cards done during the day and was able to go home at a reasonable hour.