The last 18 hours have been less than fun I must confess, but thank fully apart from a shredded garden and a good layer of leaves in our pool we have escaped the wrath of the hurricane unscathed.
It was not in the top #10 of life experiences. DH was away and I chose to hunker down on a makeshift bed in the basement for a good 12 hours or so and it's really only in the last bit of this evening that the winds have calmed enough for me to head back upstairs and start to restore the house to it's usual place.
We'd taken lots of precautions, putting things away, moving furniture and vulnerable knick knacks out of harms way. Boxed papers and documents into storm proof containers. And whilst the repair of all those efforts will take time I don't regret the preparations for a minute.
It was scary! And I spare many a thought for those on Long Island (and elsewhere) who have been much less fortunate.
Living a'top a hill is apparently a good thing.
Whilst managing the Hurricane I was also dealing with life enfolding dramas down in Australia...
#1 Son had a terrible bicycle accident on Friday night and ended up breaking his hand and incurring some nasty cuts and abrasions and was ambulanced off to Hospital.
His first time dealing with this sort of thing with no "next of kin" available and I was scrambling to find people to check on him in a proper fashion.
Thank God for Skype and internet connections that keep you in constant contact - hurricanes or hospitals, it is indispensible.
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