Da Big Blowhard

Posted on April 26, 2011

28


So we had this windstorm out of the east, see, and it made a mess. We expect howling blowhards to come out of the west, and prepare accordingly. When the wind sneaks up on us out of the east, we are unsettled. However, on this occasion we appear to have been darned lucky. I have no reports of any injuries or any significant damage, and I’ve been checking around. It could have been so much worse.

On the good side, the whole Township smells like Christmas. There are a bunch of busted trees, but we know what to do with those. Whenever the rain paused, the whine of the chainsaws started up again, and by Thursday you’ll hardly know we had a storm. Meanwhile, you can see for yourself. And if you missed the post with Chris’s photo of Torch Lake Gone Wild, you can see it right here.

The top row in the gallery is The Evidence Against Mama Nature. The middle row, well, I couldn’t resist taking pictures of the tippy tops of tall trees. The bottom row is Evidence in Favor of Adaptability. I meant to show you this last year, when it was happening, but you know how it goes. Anyway, in 2010 Dale Burns lost three big trees at his place. Snapped right off. But Dale is a creative man. The standing remains of two of them were trimmed into a handy woodrack. The third was chainsaw-sculpted into a bear with a fish. I am a fool for chainsaw bear sculptures. I can’t help it, that’s just how I am. I thought you would like to see one too.

So. If you are here, you lost power for a few hours but probably everything is fine now. If you are Away, you may rest assured that in all likelihood everything is fine at your place. If you’re a compulsive worrier, send me a note and I’ll go spy for you.

While I was out and about taking pictures in the rain, I stopped in to see Nora Metz, who is just fine, thank you for asking. The only trees she lost were to the power company trimmers. She’s very unhappy about those, but at least they didn’t come down on the house.

Nora is always good for my state of mind. She is, as she likes to remind me, quite a few years older than I am, and if she can do it, I can do it too. And she can do anything. I left her house feeling set to rights.

Advertisements