Last Thursday and Friday we had an ice storm. I believe these events are colloquially and legally referred to as “acts of god”. I’ll save my diatribe about why the monster capable of these acts isn’t deserving of worship for another post on another blog.
Kirsten and I were up most of the night. The girls, of course, never heard a thing. At one point our bedroom was filled with light when a nearby power line was ripped from its pole. A bit later I was wakened when a large branch smashed into the house just feet from where I lay sleeping. All night we hard trees crashing like popcorn popping.
In the early morning, when it was still dark outside, our landlady came up to inform us of the large hole in the back of Kirsten’s car. :(