September 16th, 2004

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Journal of a Hurricane Year

Well, the tree fell over.

Or rather, half of the two thirds that was left did. On its own, too--gravity apparently did the trick, because I don't think the storm even got here until late/early in the night. The storm, by the way, is just sort of that sulky combination of rain and wind at this point--no thunder or lightning, no tornadoes, no ripping winds. There is a 60-foot pine outside my window that's sort of giving me an impertinent look, but I think that if it falls, it'll hit our neighbor's house (yay...?).

We've already lost power twice in the last half hour or so--just for half a minute or so, but it doesn't bode well. The NBC affiliate is saying that a quarter of a million people have already lost power in Alabama--1000 of them in Birmingham alone. So I went ahead and made a hot breakfast while I could and cranked the AC down to polar. Oddity: we also had a massive toilet overflow last night, which I totally don't understand because even after I unclogged it, no... clog came up. Seriously, it was just clean water. I started wondering if it was hurricane-related, but I can't imagine flooding having started yet...

Dammit. I wish we could keep the power, even if I couldn't have the internet, because there'd be nothing better than to curl up and watch a pile of movies, which I totally have. I have a bad habit of asking for dozens of movies for Christmas and birthday and then just not watching them. Vladimir was scandalized yesterday that I still hadn't watched the Errol Flynn Robin Hood that he got me for Christmas. "But I'm saving them for a rainy day!" And then I heard the biggest "HAR" ever coming across the Atlantic from the direction of Croatia: "WELL, IT'S A RAINY DAY NOW!"

Oh dear. Looks like the wind's picking up. My room is on the back of the house, with the windows facing out that way--into the hurricane, apparently. YAY.

Oh, by the way--if the power does go out for good, I did save the Blogspot Audioblogger number to my new phone (I ought to pull out the LJ number, too). If you don't hear from me after several hours, do check cleolinda.blogspot.com for me and see if I've phone-posted, because I think I'll still be able to do that. And pass it on to other non-hurricaned (HURRICANED!) folks if I have. I mean, you know, if you care and all. You very possibly don't. But then I'm not sure why you're reading my journal if you don't. Anyway. I'll try to say something worth passing on, although I can't promise anything ("So things aren't looking too good right OMGWTFTREEEEE!").

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Journal of a Hurricane Year (part 2)

So. I am not willing to say that the storm has passed, lest I jinx the whole thing, but the winds got pretty bad between noon and 1 pm, and now we're back to the sulky rain. I'm hearing that the hurricane has shifted over towards Atlanta, which--well, sorry, guys, but better y'all than us, because we are totally not prepared for crap like this. Not that Atlanta is, but--come on, it's so much bigger that it's got to have better resources than we do.

Actually, my neighborhood held out pretty well, I think. The power would literally go out every thirty minutes, then every five as it got worse, and all the appliances would roar back to life and then die back down again. I think my parents must have the patience of Job, because they were sacked out under blankets in the den watching the local news on TV, and the power would go out, and George would reach over and turn on the radio to the same station, and when the power came back, they'd turn the TV right back on and the radio off. I went downstairs about one o'clock to make a sandwich, and I swear I watched them do this five different times: TV. Radio. TV. Radio. TV. Radio. And the whole time, neither of them said a word. And it was annoying when I just said fuck it this morning and went back to bed, and my lights kept turning themselves on every five minutes when the power would come back, but really? If this is the worst hardship we faced, we got out of it with the luck of the angels.

I did take a picture of the fallen tree with my camera (and aren't we just slutty decadent with the technology now?), which you can see here. (I had to up the contrast and take down the gamma so you could see it more clearly. Also, yes: that is my thumb on the side. Shut up.) Both halves have now fallen--well, you can see one sad eighth of the tree refusing to fall down in the middle. One-Eighth Tree, I salute you.

(Also, since I'm cleaning pictures off my phone: The elusive Lucky Dog. Meko poses for the camera. Sam doesn't like cameras so much. Oh, and because it had to be done. Scary how easily the "broken ox" icon adapted.)

Oh, and I got about six pages of plot and character notes written on my seven orphans story, although they turned out to be six after I took another head count. Hmm. Maybe the seventh will show up later.