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.
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