Aw Crap.

Storm Weathered

When I saw this photo on my Facebook feed, I got very depressed.


Then when I saw this picture, I got more depressed.

That lake in front of my house is actually a yard and two intersecting streets. I thought, "Well, that's that. At least we have flood insurance." I wondered if we would be able to salvage any of the furniture -- maybe the TV sets and the stuff in the kitchen cabinets. If we were lucky, the beds and the dining table and chairs. We would certainly need new carpet; at worst, new drywall.

It made me tired just thinking about it, so I quit thinking about it.

Besides, the wind was howling and the rain was pelting right here, never mind Ocean City. Joe even taped the glass in the back doors and filled up the bathtub. We watched the ocean reclaim Atlantic City and invade Manhattan. Finally we went to bed.

This morning I got this text from SonnyeBoy:


Then I got this picture from my nephew.


Grass! Water receding! I began to think that maybe, just maybe, the damage would not be too severe.

And then? I got this text from SonnyeBoy:


So yes - the water got to the top of the front steps, knocked on the door, shrugged its shoulders, and left. We'll have to inspect the heat pump and replace the screen on the porch. But I could swear I felt the breeze from that bullet we dodged!