A Good Time or a Good Story: Of Hurricanes and Tornadoes, Part 2

I started this entry at11:00 am, Eastern Blogging Time, just when I got back from a photo safari around the neighborhood.

The winds were a little gusty, but not bad, and it wasn't really raining, just a little mist on my glasses.

I didn't see too much damage in our corner of the world. A few branches down, a leaning tree. (And can I just parenthetically observe that London Plane Trees are the messiest urban tree ever? Even when there is not a storm.)

There was one big tree down at 45th and Osage, and the poor car ended up very smooshed.

We saw one road sign down. Could be bad luck, could be bad engineering. That's a fiberglass composite and it should withstand more than steel...

Dickens and Little Nell in Clark Park seemed unfazed. You would too if you were bronze and anchored to ten tons of concrete...

Some minor utility repairs were underway already at 11 am EBT.

I documented several umbrellas that did not survive for another day...

And the evidence pointed to the storm drain system getting a workout.

I came home and had this blog within five minutes of posting when we lost power (ultimately lasted 6 hours). Thinking quickly, we immediately ate the last of the butter pecan ice cream.

Although things now looked grim, we knew we had another pint of vanilla. But just in case this went into extra innings, we decided to eat all of the lasagna, too. No point in waiting until it's really an emergency, right?

Stuffed, we walked around the block and found one of Terisa's associates moving in to a new place--on a hurricane day. Fortunately, by then it had become calm and balmy. We helped schlepp boxes up the stairs for her.

I don't want to be too flip about this major storm. There was certainly damage and people impacted. We know many of the creeks that crisscross our ward flooded. And buildings were damaged and people's lives interrupted. (Darby Borough, here, had serious flooding.)