The night before I stowed everything that could move away, cleaned stalls, he spread manure, went to town to get fuel in the cans for the generator, filled buckets with water, and did everything that we hadn't done for last year's derecho event. He said there was a line at the gas station, everyone was filling up little cans. I had gone to the grocery earlier.
Last year we didn't know what this word meant, this year we are seriously preparing.
The storm hit while at work. Couldn't see the 10-lane highway outside the window. The lights were flickering, the computer was fading in and out. It sounded like a freight train around here. O boy.
With much anxiety, we got home to find the bricks were dry, the rain bucket showing about an inch of rain and the boys were dry. Not a single leaf or twig was out of place. No water in the basement, sun trying to come out. Others were not so lucky.
I hope this continues and you and yours are out of Mother Natures way when she turns angry and ugly. I had never heard of derecho until just the other day. Did they just invent this word?
ReplyDeleteApparently derecho is a common weather pattern in the Mid-West, but rarely makes it over the Appalachian range. I'd never heard it before last year, not knowing what it really was we dismissed the weather report. No one here is going to make that mistake again.
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