The Aftermath

The rain is gone, the wind is soft.  We have sunshine and beautiful weather again.  When I look out the windows I see white clouds drifting and rolling by as if they are being manipulated, like Pinocchio,  across a big blue stage.  

We have driven around the development a few times and count our blessings each time.  Although, overall damage in Compass Pointe was minimal, we fared so much better than others.

We saw the most dramatic damage yesterday.  We were on our way to the mall (past the downtown area.)   As we approached,  we saw more and more downed trees that had damaged homes, bent fences, took down phone wires and traffic lights and broken up sidewalks.    

The trees in that area are mature and in some cases, suffering from rot on random larger limbs.  The power of the wind pushed the trees over so that their roots were exposed and standing 3 to 4 feet above the ground while the body of the trees laid majestically against the houses, their upper most leaves fanned out on the roof.   

As we went over the bridge (to downtown), we saw a sail boat, twisted and resting on the shores of the Cape Fear River and a small power boat that did not survive the churning waves and powerful wind.    

It was a sad drive, but a successful outing.  Tony found a small grill to replace the one that Florence destroyed and we stocked up on candles and batteries.  Wal-Mart was definitely the place to be yesterday!

Dixie is glad the storm is over.  She has been trembling of late when she hears thunder, so we got her some, "liquid marijuana!"   It's actually just a hemp based dog medication that calms them down.  She stayed close to us during the storm and it didn't seem to matter to her that we lost power and couldn't watch Dr. Phil.  

We are shifting back into our routine slowly.  The golf course was open on Thursday so Tony worked.  The traffic routes to the hospital have all been cleared so I am working today.  It will be odd to go back since I have not been there in so long. 

I hope we don't experience a storm like Florence again, but if we do, we are now better prepared.  

Tony building our new grill 

The dented, broken grill attacked by Florence 

Every time we give her the liquid marijuana, I expect

her to get the munchie but she pretty much just  chills out.  

Hello Flo!

It's finally over.  Florence has come and gone and as the news people are saying, "good bye and good riddance."  The rain and wind started on Thursday evening.  It was amazing.  I saw trees bow to the sheer power of the wind and water rippling down our street like a small river.  

I read one of Laura Ingalls Wilder's book in her prairie series when I was in elementary school.    In it, she described experiencing a tornado.  She and her family were in the cellar and she could hear the sound of the wind.  She felt confined and wanted to be able to breathe in the air and see what was happening.  I felt the same way.  We could see and hear the storm, but I felt stuck and sticky.  But the rain hitting the pine trees unleashed the smell of pine.  I loved the smell.  It was fresh and liberating.  

We lost power at 6:45 a.m. on Friday and it didn't come back on until Monday night at 9:45.  We used the generator sparingly and managed to keep hot water until Sunday night.  We got creative with lighting.  We have solar powered, stand alone garden lights in the yard.  We brought some of them inside and used the lighting from them instead of candles.  It was dim, but it worked. 

We did attempt to leave on Sunday but flooded highways and police turned us back.  We saw cars stuck on roads with water up to the door handles and massive trees uprooted, many blocking house entry ways and garages.  

Highway signs were bent and displaced and we saw a gas station with the overhead awning totally destroyed and laying on the pumps.  

On Sunday and Monday, lines for gas were 3 hours long and many were turned away as the gas ran out.  Luckily, Tony filled both cars before the storm.  Grocery stores were closed and those that opened on Sunday had long lines of people waiting outside in the rain to get in.  Drug stores were closed, but many sent out email warnings about getting meds before the storm hit.  

All in all, we were very lucky.  We survived with minimal damage.  The wind took our portable garden shed and flew it two yards away, including over a tall fence.  Tony's grill was destroyed and two of our pine trees were damaged.  

Destroyed plants, no power, cold showers and Scrabble by candle light were very small things to deal with when we looked at the damage that others had sustained.  

We are confident now that our house will stand up to a major storm so if this happens again, we will evacuate right away.  

Here she comes!

View from the Lanai, the trellis went over and one of

 the large bushes in the background was uprooted 

The cornhole games were in the shed that flew away.  The games fell out. 

 There goes the grill.  Five minutes later it on blown 

over face down on the grass, propane tank included

Scrabble instead of Dr. Phil....hmmmm

The shed door landed on our small island

The day after

I will share  more of our adventures soon.  Right now, I'm off to take a hot, hot shower!

We are well.  

An Odd Normal

We are settling into an odd "normal."  Normal used to be one of us going to work (depending on the day), watching Dr. Phil (um, that would be me, not Tony!!)  Doing odds and ends, doing laundry, reading, watching a movie and in general just being here.

"Normal" since Florence has been watching the weather channel, checking radar, enjoying a brisk breeze on the lanai and preparing the house.

The wind is picking up again.  Trees and flowers and "bouncing" up and down to the rhythm of Florence.  Tony braced our favorite palm tree and I hope nothing happens to it.  The beautiful potted flowers that Tony planted in the spring are taking a beating and we aren't even in the worst of the storm yet.

I watch the weather channel and see many of the places that we have been over the years.  It's odd to see them as being in the path of harm instead of being on the path of future growth.  

Dixie is getting more and more nervous, even with her medicine.  She senses the change in the temperature and pressure and stays close to us.  She's not sure what is going on, but she knows she doesn't like it.  

We didn't sleep in the closet last night, but may this evening.  2:00 to 4:00 a.m. seems to be a theme in the weather community so we anticipate that may be the worst time for us. 

We got the scrabble game out just to pass time.  Tony beat me again, but not by as much as usual.  It's something different to do while we wait.  

Here are some new pictures:

Beautiful flowers taken yesterday....

....bent by the wind today.

The same photo subject from earlier....gray clouds.  

You can hardly see the house across the street 

Scrabble, part of our new normal 

More Waiting

We continue to watch the weather channel for updates.  They are saying that 2.6 million people will be affected by the storm, which is now a category 2 with 105 mph sustained winds.  Florence is 145 miles ESE of Wilmington.  The ocean is churning and the sky moves from blue to gray.

Florence is approximately 150 miles wide so inland flooding is a given.  

My cousin, Dale Diane and her husband, live right on the water in Beauford, South Carolina and I am certain that they are still there.  

A few people from Compass Pointe gave in and evacuated, Dixie's Godparents among them and our next door neighbors.  

Tony, ever the good neighbor, checked the sprinkler systems of one of our vacated neighbors to ensure that their system was turned off.  No need to sprinkle with Florence in the area!  We are also keeping medication for people without generators and offering the freezer in the garage to store frozen food.  

The rain started at 12:51 today.  It came down hard and then lightened up.  This will probably be the pattern for days to come now.  

I took a few pictures today:

This was taken early afternoon.  Check out the blue sky

This is taken from our front porch at 12:45, looking across the street

The clouds at 12:45 

The Calm Before The Storm

We are still in wait mode.  Weather predictions are saying that Florence has taken a left turn and they are now looking seriously at Myrtle Beach and Charleston, South Carolina as the "target." We are hopeful, but cautious.  

That does not mean that Wilmington won't get hit, but winds are down to 115 mph and the eye of the storm seems to be turning.  That is good news for us, but we are still bracing for a wild ride. 

There is an eerie quiet in the neighborhood.  No birds are singing or even flying from tree to tree, the breeze is noticeably absent and there is no traffic in the development.  

We have filled our tub with water, just in case and are getting ready to sit on our lanai, just to enjoy the last bit of peace.

Florence is 335 miles southeast of Wilmington and I hope she doesn't do too much damage to a city we have come to love so much.

I am off to get our safe room (my closet) ready for bed and hope Dixie is calm with her medication. 

More later.  

It's Almost Too Much

We are in wait mode and waiting is something I don't do well.  

We are as prepared as we could possibly be.  On the inside, pictures that Tony has painted and hung are down in case the wind rattles the house, laundry is up to date, my closet is set up for our "safe" space, with blankets, towels, bedding, a sleeping bag, Dixie stuff and our meds.   We have water in containers for flushing and tarps are ready just in case we lose windows. 

On the outside,  trash cans are weighted down with bricks, each car has a full tank of gas, we have stocked up on bottled water and have signed on the owner's website hurricane page, set up to keep track of those staying here.  

I have watched the Weather Channel so long, I'm starting to understand "weather speak."   

We have seen the wind speed drop from 140 mph, to 130.  That's still a category 4 storm, but encouraging, none the less.  

We have received calls and texts from many friends and family wishing us well and we appreciate the time and prayers that people are investing in us. 

But now, it's just a matter of when, not what. We know that this could be the worst hurricane in Carolina history, we know that it's going to be "life threatening," and we know that power could be out for awhile.  The Weather Channel coverage is almost too much.   But, we continue to watch, just in case something new comes along.  

We will try to communicate with everyone as best we can.  Thank you all for keeping us in your prayers.  

Our Trip to the Outer Banks! Or, Along Came Florence!

You know, we've been in North Carolina for about 7 years now.  Tony is a master at getting around the state and I'm pretty good at getting from point A to point B.  We enjoy the change of seasons and are getting used to the oppressive heat of the summer.  

This year, we forgot a very important "change of season--  Hurricane Season."  

With all of the family activities we have had this year (the wedding, baptism, birthdays, etc.,) and the health crap we have both experienced, we decided  once the activities were over, we were going to "get away" to the beautiful Outer Banks in North Carolina for a few days of total relaxation.

We were gifted with a night at a B&B  in New Bern, North Carolina and decided to spend our first night away from home  there.   New Bern is a cute little Neuse River town that has  large statues of bears all over that are painted in different colors and patterns (Bern is German for Bear.)  It's fun to walk around and enjoy the water and the local eateries. 

We arranged for Dixie's Godparents to keep her for the four days we would be gone.  Everything was lining up perfectly.  And then, along came Florence.  

We started watching the weather channel Sunday night as we were packing.  We heard that landfall was going to be on Thursday, so we decided to come back on Wednesday instead so we would miss the rain and ugly stuff.  Everything seemed so vague.  The hurricane could land anywhere from South Carolina to Virginia.  It was a category 2, then 3, then possibly a 4, but who knew what it was going to do or go?  Certainly not the weather people with their "Euro" models that looked like criss-crossed cooked spaghetti on a map of the Atlantic coast.  

We listened to the opinions of the talking heads and the weather channel  and decided to make the trip.

Monday morning dawned bright and beautiful.  Dixie's Godparents were a bit surprised that we were still going and warned us that tourists and visitors would be evacuated from the Outer Banks first, but again, landfall was expected on Thursday and this was a beautiful Monday?  Why not?

About an hour into our trip, we got a text from the Godparents telling us that a mandatory evacuation of the Outer Banks was just announced.  

So, here we are, half way to New Bern.  Turn back?  Naw, Tony contacted the B&B and got the green light that they were indeed open, but we would be the only guests, as everyone else cancelled.  Cool, we would have the place all to ourselves.  Onward to New Bern!

We got to New Bern and stopped at a cute little pub for Crab bisque and raw oysters (Tony, not me) and met some of the locals.  We sat at the bar and watched the weather channel on TV and talked about the Browns game, the weather, past hurricanes and in general stuff and non-sense. I could feel relaxation taking over already. 

After a nice lunch, we left the pub and headed over to the B&B.  What a cute place!  It was built in 1882 and had 9 bedrooms that rented out.  How perfect!  And,  they do a "wine hour" in the living room area for the guests in the early evening hours.  

We met Kathy, our hostess,  at the door.  Sadly, she didn't have good news.  She said, they were closing and evacuating too.  The storm grew in intensity quickly and the decision was made to close the B&B.  

So, long story (sort of ) short.  We drove 2 hours to New Bern for lunch and then turned around and came back!  

So far, we think we are staying but will have more and better information tomorrow.  Our "safe place" is in Charlotte with Tony, Marie and the kids.   

Today is Tuesday and landfall maps are suggesting that Florence will make landfall near Camp Lejeune,  the area that we were in yesterday.  I guess it was a good idea to turn around!

The hospital is on lock down from 5:00 p.m. today until Sunday--so if you are working, you are staying.  I don't go in until Sunday at 3:00.  That is, of course, if I can get on the highway.  

So, here's where we are...in pictures....

We took the new windows off of the lanai and left the screens up.  

Tony moved all of the furniture close to the house

He turned the rocking chairs over on the front porch and

 I put our address on the legs in case they floated away

The Nuese River in New Bern, North Carolina

 on Monday.  What a beautiful day. 

Beautiful skies in New Bern

Tony talking to a transplanted local originally from Cleveland (check out his shirt)

Back home on Tuesday--getting the generator ready

Clouds moving in over Compass Pointe on Tuesday

The rain is coming.....way different clouds from Monday

On To The Baptism

What better way to end a trip to Cleveland and heading home, than by stopping in Charlotte for Owen's baptism.   

I really enjoyed the way the priest did the service.  There were 5 babies being baptized and rather than having the ceremony in the midst of a regular mass,  he did the baptisms as a separate service.  

Even better,  he focused on one child at a time so proud parents and grandparents could get pictures that didn't have a bunch of strangers in their photos who were blocking their view of the event.  

Owen was in a great mood--all smiles and cheerful.  Alex--not so much.  She was napping and when I tried to take her from David, she was having no part of it.  She was comfortable where she was and didn't want anyone messing with her.  

And so, with drops of holy water and Godparents, Aunt Brenda and Uncle John,  firmly in place, Owen was baptized.  It was time to get the party started.

As always, Tony and Marie were great hosts and all of the kids had a blast.  Alex was up by this time and was enjoying her cousins and their toys.  

All too soon it was time to come home and see Dixie.  Reunions with Dixie are always happy, funny and wet.  Her tail wags, she makes throaty, gurgly noises and she's flat on her back, kissing your hands, arms, legs--anything she can reach!  She follows us around for awhile to make sure we're not going anywhere else without her and she plants herself right in the middle of us if we sit on the couch.  She  is glad to have her family and routine back.  

Our next outing is next week when we go to the Outer Banks.  This is a true, "down time" trip.  No schedules, no appointments, no agendas.  Just going, relaxing and enjoying.

After that, it's more doctor's appointments in October, more test and more waiting.   For now, that seems far off on the horizon and I'm going to keep it there for as long as I can. 

Owen says, "It's all about me today!"

Godmother, Brenda and Owen

So young to be dedicated to God...the priest, not Owen!!

Parents and Godparents--Tony, Brenda, Owen, John and Marie

Look!! No strangers blocking our shot!!

A blessed baby!

Back to normal--home and hangin' with Dixie!