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I hate hurricanes. Even the edges of their mutant-low-pressure-systems-of-death suck.
The kitten and I (I'm house-and-kitten-sitting for my parents while they go visit the Air Force Academy) spent the day napping on the couch in the side of the house farthest away from the trees, because the power was out and reading textbooks by candlelight is more dedication than Maryland is going to get from me. The power, obviously, is back now.
Storm damage= Two sections of the gutter ripped loose, one 50 to 75 year-old oak tree downed down by the creek, and the apple tree in the front yard (alas, the trunk is broken, so we can't replant it).
The 200+ year-old Swamp Oak directly behind the house is still standing, which is good, because if it went over, it would take half the house out with it. Even if it fell away from us, the hole left by its root system would probably undermine the foundation.
I'm a little concerned about the apartment in College Park, though. It's a basement apartment, and I found out from one of the students in my archival systems class that the reason it has almost-new carpet and paint is bacause all of the basement apartments in that housing complex were flooded with two feet of water during Hurricane Isabel.
Interesting fact: According to Wikipedia, hurricanes are named after a Carribe storm god, "Huracan." I always thought their name came from the fact that they ripped sugar cane plantations out of the ground and launched them through the air.
The kitten and I (I'm house-and-kitten-sitting for my parents while they go visit the Air Force Academy) spent the day napping on the couch in the side of the house farthest away from the trees, because the power was out and reading textbooks by candlelight is more dedication than Maryland is going to get from me. The power, obviously, is back now.
Storm damage= Two sections of the gutter ripped loose, one 50 to 75 year-old oak tree downed down by the creek, and the apple tree in the front yard (alas, the trunk is broken, so we can't replant it).
The 200+ year-old Swamp Oak directly behind the house is still standing, which is good, because if it went over, it would take half the house out with it. Even if it fell away from us, the hole left by its root system would probably undermine the foundation.
I'm a little concerned about the apartment in College Park, though. It's a basement apartment, and I found out from one of the students in my archival systems class that the reason it has almost-new carpet and paint is bacause all of the basement apartments in that housing complex were flooded with two feet of water during Hurricane Isabel.
Interesting fact: According to Wikipedia, hurricanes are named after a Carribe storm god, "Huracan." I always thought their name came from the fact that they ripped sugar cane plantations out of the ground and launched them through the air.
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Part six is in the works right now, parts of it written by candlelight thanks to hurricane Ernesto. (picture me sitting at my kitchen table last night surrounded by half-a-dozen candles, typing away about spaceships and nanites on a battery-powered laptop; weird, weird mix of high and low tech).