So it got a little windy here Friday night…..
I checked the weather forecast about 4 Friday afternoon and it said there was a 50% chance of isolated thunderstorms, but Woody (who lives 12 miles NW of me) shot me an email about 6 or 7 and said his weather radio was blaring with severe thunderstorm and tornado warnings.
Huh. I checked the weather again and this time it said a 60% chance of isolated thunderstorms. A couple minutes later I checked it again and they updated with a 100% chance of heavy thunderstorms. My weather radio was quiet but I turned it on and bigger than shit, Woody’s area was under watch, but there was nothing for Macon County. Oh well, time to hunker down, bro…
About 7:45, I stepped out on the front porch and sat with that asshole dog Jack trying to calm him down because there was some thunder rumbling off to our west and north and that hound’s a pussy when it comes to thunder. Seriously, he goes almost catatonic. Anyways, I was out there with him and the wind was at a dead flat calm, not even the leaves were stirring and the air was so heavy it was like wearing a wet blanket. Jack was getting more and more nervous so I said fuck it and put him in my bedroom to keep him and CharlieGodammit separate. I had no sooner put him there there, hadn’t been inside for more than a couple minutes, and all of a sudden I heard a loud deep moaning sound and then CRASH!!! and the shit was on. That fucking wind was howling, man. I stuck my head out the back door to make sure a branch hadn’t landed on my truck with that crashing noise but shit, I couldn’t even see it with all the wind and the rain. It’s parked 20 feet from the back door. I was really hoping it was still there.
We lost power a minute later. No fucking lights at all and my generator’s out in the shed, buried behind a bunch of shit because I hardly ever use it. No big deal, I fired up a couple of coal oil lamps and a few candles, and commenced to reading until the wind quit blowing. I’ll haul it out in the morning – as long as we stayed out of the refrigerator and freezer, we shouldn’t lose any food.
We got just a minute of real heavy wind, then it slacked off to maybe 30 mph, so I looked outside again to see if I still had a truck and saw my pecan tree.
Fuck. I liked that tree. We’ve got a glider set up under it and I kick back in it and read on a pleasant day.
As I was walking around outside making sure I still had a roof, I saw flashlights bobbing around across the street. Those people had just bought Miss Jeanetta’s place and moved in maybe 3 weeks ago. Nice folks. I started over that way, but they went back inside.
That was about 10 at night, and over the rain and wind I could hear several chainsaws and the hum of generators off in the distance to the west. Folks were already cutting their houses, garages and vehicles free.
This morning, I got up at dawn to see a power company truck parked in the middle of the road. They must’ve seen me stirring because a couple seconds later there was a tap tap tap at the door, with the gentleman asking permission to drive their bucket truck across my property to cut some branches off the power line.
Well shit, that’s a no brainer. It’s either yes, or I do without power.
While they were working, I hauled my generator, all 128 pounds of it, up from the shed and put on some coffee, then I saw the new people wandering around their place, so I went over there to offer them a thermos of coffee while they were waiting for the power to come back on. Then Tim told me to go check out their place.
Here’s the front. Doesn’t look real bad, does it?
Here’s the back:
Fucked their shit all up. Two trees uprooted and hit their roof, with one of them taking the leech lines from their septic tank with it. The stub pole for their power lines sheared off. Their power ain’t coming on anytime soon. Welcome to Tennessee.
I felt really lucky when I saw that because there was no real property damage to my place, just a fucked up tree and all the shit on the front porch scattered around the yard.
Then the bucket truck on my property got stuck as they were trying to leave. They called in a winch truck and then that son of a bitch got stuck, so they called in another truck, blocked off the road and hauled the other two out. Now I’ve got these fucking ditches the entire length of my property.
That’s going to run me several hundred dollars for a couple truckloads of topsoil to fill them in. Fuckers…
While I was watching them trying haul everything out, I asked one of the power guys how bad the damage was in town and he said that while most of the town lost power, there wasn’t a lot of damage. It appears we caught the southern end of the storm. He told me he suspected we got hit by a small tornado that was skipping around, evidenced by the spotty damage. I’m not entirely sure if that’s the case, I’ve been checking different news sites and haven’t seen any reports of tornadoes touching down anywhere in Tennessee that night.
We lost power for about 15 hours and when we got it and our phone/internet back, Woody called and said he was alive, but had a few downed trees out at his place and one splinter of tree piercing the siding on his house.
I checked the TVA website and they said Lafayette got .73″ of rain in just a couple of hours, but Lisa went to News Channel 5 or some such shit and saw where they said we got 2 inches. I can believe that because when I was wandering around checking the roof Friday night, I was in ankle deep water.
After I talked to Woody, I called my mother-in-law in Portland because I knew she’d be worried, and she was – she’d been trying call all morning with no luck. She said that on the news, they were saying northern Macon County was getting winds from 80 to 100 miles per hour, so I don’t know if we got a small tornado like the power guy said or just some ass-kicking straight line winds. I guess it doesn’t really make much difference – wind damage is damage no matter if it’s a tornado or straight line wind but I was kinda hoping it was a tornado so I could cross being in one off my bucket list.
Anyways, I’ve got to get that pecan tree cut up and split after I get a tree service out, I’ve offered to help the new folks across the road with whatever they need, and I’ll be going over to Woody’s to give him a hand cutting up the trunks of his trees once the tree service comes in and cuts them down.
I was thinking about cutting that damned pecan tree down myself, but after further study, I think I’ll have somebody with experience and insurance come do it. The angle of the trunk is off and there’s some heavy branches overhanging my shed – if I fuck it up I’m pretty sure my homeowner’s insurance won’t cover it, so I’ll be out a couple thousand bucks for a new shed. I might be able to save a couple hundred dollars if I have them just drop it and leave it for me to cut up.
I’ll be able to give you your picture posts starting Monday, but that’s about it for the next few days, maybe all week.
I appreciate your understanding.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot – the chickens all survived.