Just kidding. There’s no running from this.
I was awakened yesterday by a clap of thunder that sounded like a cannon shot. Then the wind and rain started, with smacks here and there of hail hitting the window. I got up, hit the head, took my first round of meds and laid back down. Couldn’t be too bad, Aria was still sound asleep next to me. Her usual spot for for storms is under my desk.
The tornado sirens followed soon after, followed by the flood warnings on the iBox. All that rain has to go somewhere, after all.
The radio alarm kicked on, crackling with reports of the doomed. I myself suffered a 1/2 hour interweb outage, the power staying on the whole time.
When it was time to feed the dogs, I couldn’t find Aria anywhere. Turns out her new sooper hidey-hole is my closet. She camped out there most of the morning before moving to under my desk. All morning long my Ring app was pinging like a slot machine. Unbelievable how many in this area start chicken-littling over social media. “My power’s out. Any word when it’ll be back?” “A tree fell down in my yard, anyone know a tree guy?” “Will the City take care of this?”
Short answer? No. Unless it’s blocking the road you are on your own. I lost count how many times the mobile chimed from Ring. End of the day, there were sixty something alerts.
Good lord.
It’s Texas. This happens every so often. Seems like more often if the springtime is wet. By my measure, once every five years or so, we’ll have a storm like this. Somewhere in DFW, it happens every year. Usually to the southeast of where I am. It’s rare Plano or Richardson get hit too bad.
I myself had a decent size limb or two block my walkway.
’twas nothing. A neighbor has a good size tree down. There are limbs down all over, mostly. A few trees were battered. My impression is it was a beating, but not as bad as I’ve seen. Pretty normal stuff for around here.
My back yard is clear, because I spent Sunday trimming dead limbs from the trees. This is what you have to do when you live in a house. I waddled out there around 4pm. By 5, all of that was cut into pieces, courtesy of my trusty cheap Remington electric chainsaw.
Half hour later, over half the pile was out in the alley for pickup. I ran out of stamina, and space after my day of tree trimming a few days earlier.
When driving around today, I heard a weather expert say this is typical for North Texas. A bit more active, but the higher end of typical. Indeed.
Welcome to Texas, locusts.
Inspected By Pat 