Those of us in Michigan found ourselves treated to a wind storm last week that nearly gave the film Twister a run for its money. No, we didn’t have funnels—or funnel cakes, which would have been preferable because they’re delicious with a little powdered sugar—but we did have 16 hours of constant wind that tended to gust between 40 and 60mph. Yes, 16 hours of it. I believe estimates were mentioned at 1 million folks being left without power. Even now as I write this, Sunday evening, there are still many folks whose houses remain without power.
My mother went four days with no power. Rather, her house did. I finally convinced her she and the dog should come to my place and stay. This is the first time the block I live on actually didn’t lose power. First time in three years. Seriously. A pin drops and we lose power. This time, though, we managed to hold on. I didn’t use my main computer system the day of the storm since I’m editing, and if I’m editing, lose power, and the system dies, there go any edits I didn’t get to save. And I’ll scream. Big time.
Mom’s house had a few upturned shingles I took care of, and some of her neighbors had siding ripped off. Our house? Have you ever wondered what it might sound like if a giant was trying to rip your shingles off, and then actually manages to? That’s what I listened to, and was powerless to stop. A chunk of our roof was bare the next morning. My neighbors suggested calling the insurance company and making a claim, which never crossed my mind. I did. It’s been 5 days and I’m still waiting for them to send someone over.
Fortunately, I’m not entirely stupid. My neighbor gave me a hand and we replaced the shingles with extra ones my father-in-law stored in the garage. So, thanking my lucky stars he saved everything! We have snow coming the next couple of days, and with no word from the insurance company, I wasn’t about to leave the house exposed to the elements.
Meanwhile, His Majesty was in Switzerland for work. I replaced shingles. He shopped. We’ve been doing a ‘thing’ this year by tracking every purchase, and making sure if we buy something, it’s really someone we want/need. It’s been a fantastic exercise, and has us saving a nice chunk of money. Except he texted me and mentioned he stopped in at a Victorinox store and was, in his words, “Bad. Very bad.” Then came the picture, and another text stating “I love you.”
He only texts the full phrase when he’s been naughty and feels guilty.
His response? “Well played, Herr Alan. Well played.” And here I was wondering how I was going to be able to justify that Phantasm Blu-Ray box set. Well, wonder no more. That puppy will be mine!
It looks as if we’re going to have to have a new roof put on this year. I honestly don’t know how old the other one is, but my neighbor seems to think it’s around fifteen years. And, hey, I know what I’ll be watching when the contractor is doing the work!