|Emma Grace Cobb, hurricane baby.|
My mom and her husband drove through the night to beat the storm and stay with her other kids. The storm was so bad in Richmond that my brother-in-law got stuck at the hospital overnight with my sister while my mom dealt with two freaked out grandchildren who apparently aren't used to sleeping in the dark (no power at their house either.)
Of course then Hurricane Irene progressed north and pounded both of my mom's empty houses in Philadelphia and at the beach. It appears that the brunt of the storm damage was actually farther inland than expected and the house in Bethany Beach is fine while the house in Philly lost several trees and power. Funny how that happens.
Then there are my grandparents on the south shore of Boston, who despite my warnings did not seem to take the storm threat very seriously. Irene passed well to the west of them but it was enough to knock a tree down across their front walk carrying some power lines with it. The downed lines didn't knock out the power though, and when I spoke to my granddad he didn't want to report the downed line because he was afraid the power company would simply come and turn off the power to their house. He's a smart guy but sometimes he makes stupid decisions like that. I decided to call and report the dangerous fallen wire myself.
My goofy grandparents still attempted to go to church Sunday morning, but found it locked. Duh. Even I knew that every church service on the entire east coast had already been cancelled.
Well, as of this morning my sister's family still has no power but I contend that newborns don't care and don't need power for any real reason.
At least it's not 109 degrees there like it is here in Houston. No that's not the heat index. Ugh.
So how was YOUR weekend?