Got Wood?

As one of my funny (and insanely hot) friends pointed out, "Jilted tree attacks log cabin Ex.". Nice, eh?

But I've gotten ahead of myself...

So Thursday night I decided to treat myself to a warm bubble bath in our claw foot tub; relaxing and enjoying a good book. Ahhhhhhh, life is good.

About 11:30pm I feel like a shriveled prune notice the weather outside had taken a turn for the worse as the wind and rain really started to get out of control. The weatherman did mention something earlier about a high wind warning, but in all honesty, in the past few days, he had also called for snow, which we didn't get and rain storms - that were nothing more than a few trickles, so basically, we had all stopped listening to the fool. But as the wind went from a howl to the sounds of a rabid pack of crazed beasts, I decided my relaxation time was over and headed to bed.

No less than 5 minutes later, a deafening crash and the entire house rocked. Naturally, I screamed a pitch I never knew was possible and ran for the kids' bedrooms. Despite the fact the enormous BOOM came from nearby their rooms, they hadn't even so much as opened their eyes. From room to room, I scooped up the kids, threw each over my shoulder and ran downstairs.

Joe had been in the kitchen and met me at the bottom of the stairs. From the sound and shaking of the house he expected the second floor of the house to be smashed into oblivion.

Of course, it was pitch black outside, and along with the KABOOM, so went our electricity. As Joe grabbed a flashlight and headed outside, I peered up through the glass ceiling of my sunroom, "ummmm, I think that's a tree".

The storm, which later was reported to have winds of 94mph, continued and we could hear other trees cracking and falling. We decided to all bunk in our room, thinking it would be safely away from any further damage. But it was far from a rest full night.

In the morning we finally got to view the full extent of the damage. A 125" pine tree actually got up-rooted and the entire beast fell on our shed and house, right where my claw foot tub sits. But thankfully, it didn't fall 2 feet to the right, missing the shed and wiping out my beloved sunroom. Yeah, that would have sucked.

So by Saturday, Joe decided to fly the coop and use the down time for some skiing in Colorado. By lunch, the kids were pissing me off with their power of annoyance bored out of their minds and were rescued by Grammie and Bumpa. So it was just me, the hole in the roof and the hum of the generator.

Four days later, the superheroes from PSNH and Comcast ran new wires and plugged my house back into the grid. Oh sweet, wonderful grid, how I missed thee.