6:00 p.m.
Immediately after I clicked "post blog" for "Soccer Tournament Irene", the electricity went out.
This was right around 6:00, and the winds had not even picked up.
My boys and I drove the mile into Fairfax City to eat dinner at
Hard Times (much needed comfort food), and part of the road was closed, due to a fallen tree.
We hoped that was the source of the outage,
as it looked like the power company was on top of the job.
By the time we ate dinner and returned home, the power was back on.
Observations of neighbors, this evening?
Young children outside, splashing in the puddles.
They, for sure, will remember Irene.
Sleeping not going well.
At least there are some good movies on TBS -
"Must Love Dogs", followed by "Music and Lyrics".
If I watch too much news, it will make me insane.
Every so often, I hear an unidentifiable moaning-like sound.
Trying to figure out what that might be.
WOW.
The entire house just rattled.
The strength of the wind is amazing.
And, this is just a category 1.
As I can hear small branches hitting my roof, I fear the sound of a large tree.
2:40 a.m.
Electricity keeps flickering.
I have a feeling I will not have power long.
My teenage son (also, not sleeping) said he saw the sky turn blue outside his window.
The wind does not seem to be letting up.
The occasional branch on the roof, or against a window makes me jump.
Sirens can be heard in the distance.
My adrenaline is pumping, and nerves are on edge.
Don't recall a storm ever having this effect on me before.
I have a feeling the moaning sounds could have been from transformers blowing?
Possibly . . . . . .
10 a.m.
The worst of the storm has passed.
Electricity and trees intact.
Rolling clouds with peeks of sunlight, in between.
The air feels invigorating - like a blustery day at the beach.
I am so surprised by how things look outside.
I would have expected to see tree branches all over the yards and streets,
but it is mostly leaves, plastered to cars and roadways, and small twigs scattered everywhere.
I have seen worse debris left by a summer storm.
Not that I'm complaining . . . . . .
And, in case you were wondering, there were no soccer games today,
but a valid source told me that the sprinklers were still on at the field.
And, speaking of "valid source", that reminds me of the highlight of my night -
a glass of red wine and a great conversation with a wonderful friend,
which, probably would not have happened . . . . . .
if it weren't for Irene.
Immediately after I clicked "post blog" for "Soccer Tournament Irene", the electricity went out.
"Did I do that???"
This was right around 6:00, and the winds had not even picked up.
My boys and I drove the mile into Fairfax City to eat dinner at
Hard Times (much needed comfort food), and part of the road was closed, due to a fallen tree.
We hoped that was the source of the outage,
as it looked like the power company was on top of the job.
By the time we ate dinner and returned home, the power was back on.
Young children outside, splashing in the puddles.
They, for sure, will remember Irene.
11:39 p.m.
There seems to be less time in between the strong wind gusts.
Roadways, covered in wet leaves, and mostly small, fallen branches can be seen throughout the neighborhood.
The crickets seem unaffected, as I can still hear their steady chirping sounds.
I am going to bed, hoping to wake to no damage and a coffee pot that will turn on.
There seems to be less time in between the strong wind gusts.
Roadways, covered in wet leaves, and mostly small, fallen branches can be seen throughout the neighborhood.
The crickets seem unaffected, as I can still hear their steady chirping sounds.
I am going to bed, hoping to wake to no damage and a coffee pot that will turn on.
12:40 a.m.
It's really beginning to sound like a hurricane out there!
Wind and rain whipping against the side of the house at a pretty regular pace.
Feeling a bit uneasy about going to sleep.
Concerned about some of the trees in my yard.
It's really beginning to sound like a hurricane out there!
Wind and rain whipping against the side of the house at a pretty regular pace.
Feeling a bit uneasy about going to sleep.
Concerned about some of the trees in my yard.
1:00 a.m.
Apparently, my neighbors across the street are uneasy, as well.
I see lights on in several windows . . . in several houses.
2:00 a.m. Sleeping not going well.
At least there are some good movies on TBS -
"Must Love Dogs", followed by "Music and Lyrics".
If I watch too much news, it will make me insane.
Every so often, I hear an unidentifiable moaning-like sound.
Trying to figure out what that might be.
WOW.
The entire house just rattled.
The strength of the wind is amazing.
And, this is just a category 1.
As I can hear small branches hitting my roof, I fear the sound of a large tree.
2:40 a.m.
Electricity keeps flickering.
I have a feeling I will not have power long.
My teenage son (also, not sleeping) said he saw the sky turn blue outside his window.
The wind does not seem to be letting up.
The occasional branch on the roof, or against a window makes me jump.
Sirens can be heard in the distance.
My adrenaline is pumping, and nerves are on edge.
Don't recall a storm ever having this effect on me before.
I have a feeling the moaning sounds could have been from transformers blowing?
Possibly . . . . . .
10 a.m.
The worst of the storm has passed.
Electricity and trees intact.
Rolling clouds with peeks of sunlight, in between.
The air feels invigorating - like a blustery day at the beach.
I am so surprised by how things look outside.
I would have expected to see tree branches all over the yards and streets,
but it is mostly leaves, plastered to cars and roadways, and small twigs scattered everywhere.
I have seen worse debris left by a summer storm.
Not that I'm complaining . . . . . .
And, in case you were wondering, there were no soccer games today,
but a valid source told me that the sprinklers were still on at the field.
And, speaking of "valid source", that reminds me of the highlight of my night -
a glass of red wine and a great conversation with a wonderful friend,
which, probably would not have happened . . . . . .
if it weren't for Irene.
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