Sunday, August 23, 2015

Thar She Blew!

Last week's overnight storm wreaked havoc with the homestead.


Our mini pony dodged a torpedo. That monster crushed the roof of the goat shed. Thank goodness little Barry, the mini pony, prefers other accommodations. It's a good thing we are goatless at the moment. They would have been huddled inside, quaking with fear that...well...that a tree might fall on them!


Here is the damage from the inside. I suppose Hick subjected himself to peril to snap this photo. Notice that the roof beam, or the rafter, or whatever you call it, was snapped. I think that's a 2" x 12". Or was.

The Pony's Sword Shack suffered minor roof damage from the wind. It was lucky, sitting only 20 feet from the trunk of The Crusher.


One of Hick's freight containers was the victim of a different weapon of destruction.


And...down by the creekside cabin, lightning took a toll. Maybe I SHOULD have gotten up to check on the weather. Not that I could have prevented any of this. But we were very lucky to escape unscathed in the main house. The Crusher landed, perhaps, 100 feet from the end of the house. Hick has always patted himself on the back for building it where the trees were not right on top of it. Now I see why. What's a little shade in the summer, compared to a trunk through your bedroom at 3:30 a.m.?


The insurance adjuster is coming tomorrow. Which means Hick has to take off work to be here and show her around. Such a hardship. That Hick is so selfless! In fact, he's so selfless that he also talked to the insurance agent about hail damage on our parked vehicles from last spring. Which requires the auto adjuster, who can't make it until Tuesday. So another day off!

If I didn't know better, I would think Hick was looking for ways to get out of work.

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  1. Wow! That was quite a storm. There are good things and bad about living in the woods. Glad nobody was hurt and no damage was done to the house.

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    1. We do sit up on top of a hill. Great when the rains come. We're in no danger of washing away. And normally we go to the safe room in the basement when the tornadoes come to call. But his was only a thunderstorm warning, and it WAS at 3:30 a.m.

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  2. Dodged a bullet, and so did the critters.

    Trying to think of a Seinfeld reference, but I got nothing.

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    1. We dodged that falling tree better than a humpty dumpty with a melon head pushing a Frogger game dodged a semi truck!

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    2. I'd rather have an image like that burned into my brain than the gym teacher with baked bean teeth throwing dodge balls and giving atomic wedgies.

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  3. That's a lot of storm damage. So glad everyone came through safe and sound, or in Hick's case as sound as he was before the storm. Don't tell him I made that wisecrack because he can no doubt beat the tar out of me.

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    1. I don't think Hick plans to open up a can of Whoop-Butt on you. It's not like you said you were going to shoot him. Or actually shot at him. (See Monday's tale, coming soon!)

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  4. Thank goodness this didn't happen NEXT year, when you are reTIRED, because if that was the case, you could be spending both those blissful days together. With Hick. All day long.

    Where are those crushing trees when you need 'em?

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    1. Hick has hired a guy to come remove the trees, but it rained again, so he has been delayed. Do you think we'll need a wood chipper?

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    2. I don't know. Does Hick need a wood chipper?

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    3. Better yet...does VAL need a wood chipper?

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