We were sitting down watching the news (wow, we sound old) in our living room with the curtains open. There had been a storm roll through about 30 minutes before, but the sun was fighting to come back out when it happened. Looking back at that 15 seconds I think I froze. I remember a loud noise, thinking someone had shot fireworks at the house, Stephen moving across my body then heading to the back of the house. I sat on the couch looking in shock at what just happened in the front yard.
|That will change all the plans you had for the evening|
|Power line and phone line below the tree branch. The phone line tore off part of our house trim when it crashed down|
|Look how big that baby is! It just missed the house and the car!|
|Before we went to bed we had Old Glory back where she should be|
Once GA Power had cut our house loose from the power supply, the firemen chopped up the branch a bit for us so we could at least get out of our driveway. By this point I'd say 30 minutes had gone by. We were in shock. Stephen went into what I want to call "Take Care of Shit Mode". He knew exactly who to call, when to call and what to get done. I was so impressed. Maybe this was a test for our relationship the week of our wedding? Well, if it was, he passed.
I headed out to Publix to get ice so we could save our freezer items because we didn't know how soon an electrician could be at the house. GA Power could turn our power off, but they couldn't go into our attic to fix the damage inside the house. But we did know that our meter looked undamaged, a good sign.
While I was gone a stray puppy found Stephen who was working in the front yard. As if we needed one more thing to deal with. It was now dark. This was when I broke down. I could handle a down branch, I could handle a night without power, I could handle the $1000 I assumed we'd have to pay to get everything fixed, but I couldn't handle having to take care of a puppy. When we called Animal Control they said they couldn't come out until morning. I started to cry. Stephen stayed strong, got a little frustrated with me, but was dealing with the situation without crying. The second miracle happened that night and someone from Animal Control came to get the dog about 10 minutes later.
|That's a good shot of the power cord that ripped from our attic|
The final bill for the damage was $500 and some change. FAR better than the $3000 it could have been if that power line inside the attic didn't have all the slack that it did. That would have put a damper on our Honeymoon plans...
Once we were in bed looking back at the last five hours we realized how lucky we had beed. The house and cars had been missed, we were okay, the dogs were okay and someones laziness years before had saved us thousands of dollars. It could have been so much worse. Now when I see the pictures of entire trees down across cars or houses I'll have a greater appreciation for what that family is feeling.
We were lucky. I also learned that how Stephen reacts under pressure. He is my rock, no doubt about it.