We did not receive a direct hit from Hurricane Matthew, but he came too close for comfort.
We lost power for twelve hours. As I write this post on Sunday evening, some residents of our city remain without electricity. I'll exercise by playing pick-up-sticks in the yard.
How about some Matthew photos?
Favorite Young Man's dog, Stella, needed a nap after chasing the frogs that swam in the backyard:
This is what I did until the electricity went off. That's John Cusack in High Fidelity:
Franklin said, Please don't make me go out there, Mom.
How can I go in the yard to pee when it's so wet? Franklin wondered when Favorite Young Man picked up Franklin and deposited him on the deck:
It was difficult to see through the living room window because it was raining so hard:
Can you see that Royal River runs down the driveway?
Penelope weathered the storm behind the theater seats:
Favorite Young Man wouldn't let me take his picture. This is where he sat to read, first with the lamp on and then by flashlight:
The tree branches are a bit blurry in this shot because the wind blew them about with great force:
Hallelujah! The storm ended. For the first time in months, Lake Junebug is full:
Now accepting reservations for an autumn vacation at the lake. I shall be wealthy. My Grammatical Theme Park is funner than anything Orlando offers.
Infinities of love,