SON OF A DONKEY PUNCHING BITCH MOTHER.
I had the entire hurricane entry written out and was moving the mouse towards a save when the power blinked.
Here, let me recap in great brievity.
I couldn't find my cats before the storm.
No utilities for a few days.
This is barely a "trailer" (I WISH it were that sturdily built), and it rests on cinder blocks and two-by-fours. Southern engineering at it's best. Half of this building is patched with particle board, since a large portion of it was excised before being brought here. So is the roof. I live on a hill.
The wind pushed it several inches....but that's not the worst of it.
The floor moved, the walls moved, the wind screamed like a train, things started sliding across the floor and my balance was off. The house was being TIPPED TO ONE SIDE, and then slammed back down. How does one prepare for something like that?! What could I possibly have done to increase the odds of surviving something like that? Not a clue. Never crossed my mind before. That was the worst moment.
The day after, while still storming, it was getting light enough I could see a bit outside. I went looking for my cats.
Two hiding in a wheel well of a rusted out broken down pickup truck.
One in a cinder block under the house.
I didn't see where the other came from, but he came RUNNING.
Took them inside and spoiled them with tuna and affection.
Watched out a back window as an 18 wheeler docking with the post office is pushed over by a gust, but hits the side of the building and bounces back.
Post storm damage:my place:some leaking, minor pooling of water in a few places, a few inches off the "foundation", lots of scratches on a shitty paint job caused by tree limbs.
Post storm damage:neighbor Jason's place:a chunk of his roof was lifted and flapped in the breeze for hours during the storm, it settled back onto place and he has lots of leaking indoors. Ironically, his outdoor swing that gets blown over by ANY storm is the only thing still standing.
Post storm damage:yard and around:FIVE trees downed, several utility poles (including one that looks like it broke when it hit my roof), about a foot of water, messy as shit.
Went by Jeff's tattoo place, the three buildings next to his were completely smashed by oak trees falling on them. His place was spared by about 5 feet.
I was hoping to move back into Jason's place this weekend, to crash on his couch for the remainder of the calender year. In January, I shall give myself a birthday present and move anywhere that's not here, whether I can afford to or not. Someone's gotta take a gamble on me, why not take my own? I've spent most of this year trying to stay afloat and stash aside for getting gone, waiting until things are "just right", taking delay after delay, hitting "just one last snag" after another, and I'm sick of it. When I first left Florida, I had no money no job no vehicle no resources no familiarity and only knew one person where I was going.....it's how I've made every leap. Why am I being so cautious this time? Perhaps because there is absolutely nothing I could even POSSIBLY fall back on this time. I really can't be concerned about that anymore.
.....but of course, there's a delay in moving back to Jason's this weekend, to sleep on his wonderful couch and live expense free to save money.....
Electrical fire in his house yesterday.
Started in the fuse box and has fried all his electronics, wiring, plugs, etc, and had it not been noticed likely would have burned the place down. It reeks in there, which is VERY depressing since he'd just cleaned up and destanked it months ago. No electricity for him unless he wants to set things on fire again.
So he's on my couch for however long. My, how the tables have turned.
I'm so sick of this game.
I had the entire hurricane entry written out and was moving the mouse towards a save when the power blinked.
Here, let me recap in great brievity.
I couldn't find my cats before the storm.
No utilities for a few days.
This is barely a "trailer" (I WISH it were that sturdily built), and it rests on cinder blocks and two-by-fours. Southern engineering at it's best. Half of this building is patched with particle board, since a large portion of it was excised before being brought here. So is the roof. I live on a hill.
The wind pushed it several inches....but that's not the worst of it.
The floor moved, the walls moved, the wind screamed like a train, things started sliding across the floor and my balance was off. The house was being TIPPED TO ONE SIDE, and then slammed back down. How does one prepare for something like that?! What could I possibly have done to increase the odds of surviving something like that? Not a clue. Never crossed my mind before. That was the worst moment.
The day after, while still storming, it was getting light enough I could see a bit outside. I went looking for my cats.
Two hiding in a wheel well of a rusted out broken down pickup truck.
One in a cinder block under the house.
I didn't see where the other came from, but he came RUNNING.
Took them inside and spoiled them with tuna and affection.
Watched out a back window as an 18 wheeler docking with the post office is pushed over by a gust, but hits the side of the building and bounces back.
Post storm damage:my place:some leaking, minor pooling of water in a few places, a few inches off the "foundation", lots of scratches on a shitty paint job caused by tree limbs.
Post storm damage:neighbor Jason's place:a chunk of his roof was lifted and flapped in the breeze for hours during the storm, it settled back onto place and he has lots of leaking indoors. Ironically, his outdoor swing that gets blown over by ANY storm is the only thing still standing.
Post storm damage:yard and around:FIVE trees downed, several utility poles (including one that looks like it broke when it hit my roof), about a foot of water, messy as shit.
Went by Jeff's tattoo place, the three buildings next to his were completely smashed by oak trees falling on them. His place was spared by about 5 feet.
I was hoping to move back into Jason's place this weekend, to crash on his couch for the remainder of the calender year. In January, I shall give myself a birthday present and move anywhere that's not here, whether I can afford to or not. Someone's gotta take a gamble on me, why not take my own? I've spent most of this year trying to stay afloat and stash aside for getting gone, waiting until things are "just right", taking delay after delay, hitting "just one last snag" after another, and I'm sick of it. When I first left Florida, I had no money no job no vehicle no resources no familiarity and only knew one person where I was going.....it's how I've made every leap. Why am I being so cautious this time? Perhaps because there is absolutely nothing I could even POSSIBLY fall back on this time. I really can't be concerned about that anymore.
.....but of course, there's a delay in moving back to Jason's this weekend, to sleep on his wonderful couch and live expense free to save money.....
Electrical fire in his house yesterday.
Started in the fuse box and has fried all his electronics, wiring, plugs, etc, and had it not been noticed likely would have burned the place down. It reeks in there, which is VERY depressing since he'd just cleaned up and destanked it months ago. No electricity for him unless he wants to set things on fire again.
So he's on my couch for however long. My, how the tables have turned.
I'm so sick of this game.
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i'm glad you and your cats are safe