Husband and I are sitting at our desks beside our huge living room windows, watching Mother Nature lash Seattle-land with our annual dose of wind.
And just a few minutes ago, I heard a thundering CRASH!
Husband and I ran out onto the deck. Sigh. My beloved glass patio table, which I've had since the day I moved out of my parents house many moons ago, lay shattered, a victim to the wind. It must have been lifted by the still-raised umbrella to which it was attached and sailed across the yard.
And the umbrella is wrecked too. Oh, well.
Our last major windstorm, last December, left us without power for several days. The top twenty five or thirty feet of a fir tree in the backyard snapped off and crushed a fence. This storm isn't supposed to be so bad, but my table's shattered remnants tell me otherwise.
We're much better prepared this year. We moved a few miles north and spent the $700 to install a new panel to which our mondo gas-powered generator can be plugged. If the electricity fails, we're good to go for a couple of days (I don't have THAT much gas in the garage).
So, Seattle-land Kossacks. How fare you?