Hansel now speaks like a superhero. ” I am gone to seek mayhem” he announced at 8 o’clock this morning, throwing on his cape (well, really his hoodie) and mounting his bike. He returned half an hour later to report several downed trees and lots of debris on the roads, but no real disasters. The surge predicted to hit Itchy Ankle never happened and so, although we had nearly 8 inches of rain overnight, there was no serious flooding.

Our power went out at 8pm on Saturday evening, just as it was getting dark. Hansel used his emergency snap lights to make sure we could all find the loo and organized horror movie night on the laptop. All night the storm raged and was still going strong this morning. Undeterred, Hansel rigged up the grill in the garden shed and made coffee, scrambled eggs, corned beef hash and toast.

The one road out of Shady Side was blocked by a giant felled tree. Seeing a tree other than in the perpendicular is perplexing. It is as though you came across your father lying drunk, or saw your granny wandering in her nightie. Unbelievable,  luridly compelling, and frightening.

 The storm had played itself out by about 1pm and the sun came out, shining brightly on a fresh-washed world. We made a run for more ice. The store was open, but we had to shop by flashlight. On the way home, we came across several beer-fueled clean up operations.

This afternoon we made a big pot of vegetable soup on the grill, and cooked steak, pork chops and made turkey burgers before the meat went bad. It was stiflingly hot all day.

By tonight we were sure there was power in DC and so we packed the cooler with all the food we could carry and drove to the city. Hansel is watching videos on facebook and plans to play Xbox later. It was fun to practice survival skills, but we’re glad to get back to internet access, a fully functioning fridge and air conditioning. And it’s good to be safe of course.

About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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