It is a woodturner’s dream down here in Florida. Piles of downed tree trunks and limbs
have been hauled to the front of most yards since the hurricane. I have just such a friend in NYS who should really be down here with a truck driving from house to house, picking up the best pieces for future live oak bowls or platters. She would have raw material to last for years.
T is fixing our privacy fence, a key
component for staying sane in these close Florida developments. Many fences came down in the high winds, so stacked fence panels also sit
at the curb, waiting. I am happy our
fence still stands. Sneaking a peak at our neighbors’ backyards this week seems almost indecent. I do NOT want them to see ours! We are on waiting lists for various repairs
to roof and pool areas. We slowly wait for civilization to return our
teeny part of the world to what passes as normal...for us.
We were lucky. Our neighborhood was only without power for one and a
half days. Our daughter’s subdivision
was without for nearly 5 days. There are
still places in the county (and definitely the state) where households will be
without electricity for weeks. T and I
still don’t have internet or cable. First world problems…
Our daughter’s family chose to stay in their house during the dark days. They
managed in a semi-camp mode with gas grill, candles, flashlights, and bottled
water. They charged their phones sitting quietly in their cars, in the
driveway. Our grandson, N, received a
few Lego kits that kept him busy.
got electricity back our 13 year-old granddaughter opted to stay with us for a couple days. It was fun. We made jewelry and ate ice cream. Best of all, we had her all to ourselves for a while. As long as we live, none of us will forget this hurricane or our time together.
The worst hit us between 2 and 4 a.m., early Sunday morning. What a cruel time for a storm to
hit! All you can do is lie in the
dark, unable to see the direction of the wind or the damage wrought, but
hearing it nonetheless. The wind was
ferocious, absolutely petrifying in the fullness of terrible, destructive
power. Sometimes it sounded like a train was coming straight towards us. We were ready for anything. Now I am tired.
I think of refugees; how hard their lives must be. They are left with so little. How do their children pass the time? How is their food cooked? When will civilization bring hope and normalcy back to their lives? What IS normal, after you have suffered so much?
|Palm trees surrendered some skin and fruit - made for a nice photo, I thought|