(You should pardon the pun.) While it is still raining like crazy, we did not get the wind speeds they had originally predicted. There is a lot of flooding around us and some of the local towns have declared an emergency. Bernie is firmly fixed under my bed -- she held up pretty well until the rolling thunder. Then it was too much for her. I don't know how much rain we've had - but it's been coming down hard and heavy since 1:30ish this morning - with a very slight lull of about 5 minutes around 7a.
I've managed to finish a book (unheard of!) and get some tomato sauce on the stove. In case we had lost power which, knock on my wooden head, we have not, I had dinner slow cooking. I even got some sewing done and some knitting as well. Now I am ready to go out and see what there is to see. I am not good at sitting, no matter how much I have to do inside. That's what winter's for, right?
During the height of the wind/rain, I ran out to close the coop window and could hear the little brook down below the property line roaring like it was the Mississippi. I am hoping that the rain lets up enough that I can go down the road to take a look at it. I know the ducks are very anxious to get out and dabble through the massive puddles. The llama keeps sticking his nose out of the hoop house to see if the rain is letting up.
I am very, very thankful that we had less damage than they predicted. There is nothing worse than that helpless feeling you have when you can't guarantee all your "dependents" will be safe. I was so sorry to hear about the deaths caused by the storm and count my blessings often. My youngest sister managed to get out of NYC yesterday morning, so I know she's safe on the west coast. My middle sister is vacationing on the coast of Maine, so there's still one to worry about. Other than two fairly short power outages, my parents are doing fine in VT - except their cable is down, tantamount to the end of the world. They'll manage.
Thank you all for your good thoughts and wishes. I love my blog family!