Snow is fun. Ice STINKS! Capital S-T-I-N-K-S. And it especially stinks when it falls from the sky, sticks to tree limbs, and those tree limbs fall onto houses... and trampolines... and power lines... and whatever makes cable work.
Short version of our lives since Monday.
Monday evening: Load up the family for one last outing before the 'possible' ice storm hits. Make it less than a mile down the road. Do a complete 180 in the street. End up in ditch. Turn around. Come straight home. Decide one last outing was a BAD idea.
Tuesday around lunch: Lose power. Decide to go to Matt's Mom and Dad's. Dodge trees and power lines trying to make it there. Finally make it. They don't have power either. Spend several hours sitting on back porch watching and listening to the timber snap.
Wednesday-Friday: Live on the mercy of others. Meanwhile, every member of the family except for Estella Dru gets the stomach bug. Lots and lots of vomit in places vomit should not be. Matt drives to our house to survey the damage. It's not great but many have it much worse. Count our blessings and bid farewell to my beloved pear tree.
Friday afternoon: Power is restored! Come home and marvel at our modern conveniences. Mourn the loss of my pear tree.
Friday night: Still marveling... and mourning...
Saturday: The clean up begins. Family comes over and everyone pitches in. An ALL DAY affair.
Plan for tomorrow (Sunday): Church. Matt and some guys from our connection group are going to help neighbors and friends with clean up. The girls and I plan on making a ton of chocolate chip cookies and taking them to every house in our neighborhood--try to make a difference.
The week in pictures......
Slaughter kids chilling by the fire when power went off. It's all still fun and games.
At Gigi and G-Pops'. Because what else do you do in an ice storm but watch timber break?
Jeb all bundled up with G-Pops watching the 'show'.
We still can't figure out how not one window was broken.
My poor pear tree.
One view of the back yard. Our fence is broken in many places.
My little tree again. Tears.
And the clean up begins. We put everyone to work. Even Jeb.
Well, maybe not E Dru. She sort just stood around in her coat and pajamas and looked cute.
Lynlee helping in the clean up. Check out the big stick she's adding to the pile.
Belle actually was a big helper. She wanted to be anyway.
And the final shot of my pear tree. Sigh. Farewell, Dear Friend.
Remember what I said about others having it much worse? Here's a good example. This was a house on the road to Matt's Mom and Dad's. That is a huge tree uprooted and resting on their roof.
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