I will not mock the meterologists

They weren't kidding. The storm was terrifying and dangerous. (I feel bad about the title of my last post, because there really were fatalities from the storm.) The winds really picked up at about 10 pm. We lost power somewhere between 11 and 12. Stella conked right out, but Chloe was pacing and nervous, and all of us jumped up everytime something thumped against the house. I finally convinced Trent to let me break the one sacrosanct house rule, and I heft Chloe up into bed with us. I couldn't handle being anxious about my house and my dog, so I found it reassuring to have her taking up 2/3 of the bed.

In the morning, we were pleased that no windows were broken and the roof wasn't leaking. Here's what was waiting at my front door:

No, I didn't artistically lean them there - that's where they landed. Here's the spot where I usually park my car:

And here's the roofline of my block of townhouses.

We've got a little bit of damage to our siding and the weather stripping around our bay window, but I feel really, really lucky. Our power was back on around noon the next day, our local Fred Meyer's had generators and hence stayed open, and our phone stayed on.

In happier news, I gave Melissa her red scarf, and she loved it.



I finished spinning by Tahiti BFL from Spunky Eclectic. I randomly 2 plied. (The colors are right in the first picture, and the second is for scale.)