The Morning After

Posted on Tuesday, August 4th, 2020 at 12:03 pm

The morning after a hurricane has torn through the area is always kind of surreal. It’s calm compared to the raging winds and rain of just a few hours before. There’s the distant buzz of generators and varying bits of odd things blown about.

I woke up early because I’m getting to be an old man and I’ve got a finite amount of daylight left in my life. I’m certainly well into the last half of the tank. I walked around and assessed the damage. A branch down here. Our neighbor lost the top part of a tree that was on its last legs anyway. Some leaves and twigs. Our other neighbor’s mail. No damage to the house tho.

It’s almost noon and we’re still waiting for power to be restored. I’m thankful for the post hurricane cool breeze. The house seems to be better insulated since the roof was repaired from Florence.

Maybe I’ll get me one of those generators for the next storm so we don’t have to move food to someone else’s fridge.