It's early on Saturday morning, and TS Faye is finally moving off to the west. The yard (all 5 acres of it!) is covered in branches, spanish moss, pine cones, you name it.
20 feet of dock is torn to H***. My sailboat, Ruffian, (which I haven't gotten a good look at yet because of the dock
) is no doubt scratched up because the fenders popped out from under the fender board yesterday at the height of the storm.
The neighborhood resounds to the scream of chainsaws already, and it's just after 6 am. The next door neighbor has a formerly 200 foot tall, beautiful old oak tree now covering 200 feet of his driveway.
Naturally enough for Jacksonville, the power is out, so we're running on a generator. No surprise there. In Jack-ass-ville, when the winds get up high enough to go sailing and one tiny cloud spews two drops of water, the power goes out. Sometimes for hours, this time, I expect it to be out at least three or four days.
It truly amazes me that a place on the east coast of Florida can be so ill-prepared for bad weather. 75,000 people without power, some without running water, some without sewage, flooded streets, ad infintum, ad nauseum.
People panicked last night, and the NWS was screaming 'wolf' as a couple of apparent water spouts moved their way up the St. John's River. Local news people picked up the cry and told everyone there was a 'huge, dangerous tornado' which drove a lot of people into the center of their (dark) houses.
Me? I'm starting to wonder if I've managed, in my old age, to misplace my shadow. I haven't seen it in nearly three weeks. Sigh.
Oh, well. Time to go put gas in the generator. I love it. $60 bucks a day to run a few lights, the reefers and a couple of ceiling fans.
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