If you happened to live on the East Coast this past week, then you know it's time to relocate. First an earthquake, followed 4 days later by Hurricane Irene. Definitely a week for the history books. I have no "Big" earthquake, or hurricane stories to share...ho hum. Praise the Lord!
On Tuesday, prior to the earthquake, we took the boat out for only the third time this season, and the second trip doesn't count (dead battery). It was a beautiful summer day. We ran the boat from Mattawoman Creek to the Potomac River and across to Virginia and back. Bill stopped to fish, but alas, the fish were not biting.
On the way home the earthquake hit. Since we were already towing a boat, it didn't feel like anything to me. Bill thought he might be getting a flat tire on the trailer, and a couple of minutes later we started getting texts about the quake. At home some things fell in the hutch, medicine cabinet, and off a shelf, but thankfully, there was no other damage.
On Saturday, Hurricane Irene decided to blast the east coast, just in case the earthquake wasn't enough.
This is not a great pic, but it was raining too hard to roll down the window. You can see my Bradford Pear Trees being whipped around. I thought for sure I was going to lose them, but both are still standing...
Other trees were not so lucky. Our neighborhood lost another two Bradford Pear trees.
Irene was a tropical storm by the time she made it here. There are alot of power outages, downed trees, and tons of leaves everywhere. Some homes have damage to them. The first day of school was cancelled, to the delight and/or dismay of students.
Here is the bottom of my swimming pool. No raft/reading time for me today.
Only one county in Southern Maryland was calling for hurricane conditions on Saturday. That was St. Mary's county. Which just so happens to be where my RV is being stored. So I'm thinking...hurricane + travel trailer destruction = insurance payoff. Seriously, the RV doesn't even like us, we have to drag it unwillingly everywhere we go, and it loves to ruin Bill's vacations. So it seemed like a perfect solution. Except...
The self-preserving, possessed, travel trailer took off for Indiana on Thursday. I'm so glad it's safe and sound and out of harm's way (sarcasm). By the way, it made it there with no problems. Let's see what happens when we go to pick it up.
I made spaghetti pie this week to hide the fact that we were having spaghetti and meatballs for the one thousandth time this summer. It was layered noodles, sauce, meatballs, ricotta, parmesan, and mozzarella cheese. I made two layers, then baked till bubbly. I don't think it fooled Billy, but he said it was really good. Sort of like a spaghetti lasagne.
We have a kitten living in our backyard under the shed. She's been here for about 6 weeks. She looks to be about 3 months old. She will come down in the evening and sit near us. She is also now letting Billy pet her sometimes.
Have a great week!