|Wire grad sign stand - 1, me 0.|
My one storm injury. Lucky,
all things considered.
TAKING FLIGHT: Tank's grad sign was a casualty of the storm. It was perched on a little wire stand at the side of the house (that faces the street/Mary Ann's house). The sign part was gone, but the wire stand was still there. I knew it was there, but still managed to trip over it while hauling broken branches to the curb.
|Well, this is a stupid message to share|
since I basically crossed everything out.
DING DONG: Mondays (day after the tornado) are one of Coach's long days. He was home Wednesday evening when someone knocked at the front door. I was making dinner.
Me: IF YOU'RE HERE ABOUT OUR SIDING OR OUR ROOF, PLEASE GO AWAY.
Voice: OK, SORRY TO BOTHER YOU.
Coach just stood in the middle of the kitchen, eyebrows raised, mouth open.
Me: YEP - THEY'VE BEEN KNOCKING ON OUR DOOR NONSTOP. LEAVING FLYERS ON THE PORCH. I'M NOT ANSWERING THE DOOR ANYMORE.
As a side note, Tank now calls her 'the pit monster'. Totally justified.
|Hardly flattering, but there you go. |
Good posture wasn't
my first thought.
They came home soaked yesterday, and so did I.I got caught in the rain while out for a run. Curly took my photo when I got back. I sent the pic to Coach, who was teaching a class in Michigan. He messaged me back that the deck in the background looks like we like to live surrounded by trash. I don't disagree.
For some reason, Lad likes to leave clothes and towels out there after he works out. He has other habits I dislike more, so I let it slide. His partial wardrobe mixed with leaves and sticks contributed to our 'we've-been-hit-hard' tornado vibe.
Anyway, Mini was in the kitchen and I asked her why the trophies were all over the floor (Curly was sleeping over at a friend's house).
Mini: Oh yeah, weird. The shelf ripped out of the wall in the middle of the night and the trophies started falling off of it. One even flew over and hit my bed.
|Check out the arrow pointing to the lady |
trophy topper, she's got the weight of the
world on her bent little torch. The other
arrow is showing how the other trophies
were close to the edge.
|That's the anchor pulling away.|
I can't help but wonder if the dust on those trophies just got too heavy.