I know that I heard what sounded like a plane or huge truck, early this morning, which was followed, seemingly shortly, by the sound of at least one siren racing up our canyon. I fell back to sleep until a weird crashing sound got both of us fully awake at 4:30. The roaring was still there and because rain has been sparse, it certainly was not the creek!
Rod got dressed and grabbed his flashlight and, because I had failed to pull down the laundry room shades last night, he saw it, right away.
The wind decided to whip the Ponderosa Pine SO HARD that the top of it did somersault over the garage, to the spot where it landed.
It had to be some sort of a mini burst to get that treetop to be blown into this position!
It seemed incredible that there was no structural damage. Yeah, I changed that to the past tense, because all but about 4 inches of that, down there, was buried in the roof! He had to get up there to clear debris, to really see it. (Now, he is calling roofers.) Thanks 2020!
Inside of the house, I have decided that the pretty, artificial tree that we bought last year, is just fine with Nothing but the tiny lights. Seriously, I am just not up for the ritual of putting up all of the 51 years of ornaments, for just the two of us. He agreed. He is, however, determined to put the outdoor lights up, because that is the part that brings us the most pleasure, even if we can’t have a Normal Christmas. I just want to hurry and bring this Covid Year to a close, so that we can get our lives back.
Wash your hands. Distance AND wear a mask. We can do this, I know that we can.