I generally am one who rolls with the punches, and believe me I’ve taken more than a few, but for some reason Hurricane Irma got to me, I mean she really got to me.
About a month before the hurricane I noticed that our huge pin oak that sits in front of the house was cracked down the middle most likely from an earlier storm. I tried to get someone out before the storm to look at it but no one could get there before hand. I was worried that it might fall during the storm so I trimmed as much of the branches off of it that I could reach and then fretted most of the night that my efforts might not be enough.
Fortunately, by the grace of God it didn’t fall and damage either our home or the one next door. We were also fortunate that the flood waters in our neighborhood stopped rising a mere five feet from the front of our home.
A further inspection of our home though showed some roof damage which made me worry that it might need replacement which would force us to eat the astronomical hurricane deductible that homeowners policies in the state carry.
I was relieved to find out that we wouldn’t need to replace the entire roof but only the shingles on the two hips on the back of our home and that our tree could be saved by cutting it way back. At any rate I was still bummed that we would be having to lay out money that we were saving so I could finally get my old car fixed up.
The kicker for me was that in the midst of all of this our air conditioning system finally failed and had to be replaced which left me both numb and feeling sorry for myself. Normally a good surf session helps me to put things back in perspective but before and since the storm we have been living through one nor’easter after another and between the filthy water and blown out conditions sessions have been few and far between.
So after the bad news about the a/c I was really bummed and didn’t really want to do anything. Fortunately Kathy convinced me to get out of the house and drive down to St. Augustine for lunch.
On the way there we drove through South Ponte Vedra and Valano Beach on A1A. The drive was a sad one as we passed home after home that were either damaged or completely destroyed by the hurricane, some of which were now lying on the beach.
Seeing such devastation and remembering seeing on TV the damage in Texas, Puerto Rico and throughout our own state helped me to put things back in perspective. So many people have lost so much and suffered so greatly and I felt bad about getting so despondent over our situation that, while difficult and costly, pales in comparison with the pain, suffering and loss experienced by so many others.
Bottom line, we will weather our own personal storm and hopefully the next time a storm comes our way I will be blessed with enough faith to keep things in perspective. As they say shit happens and often at the most in-opportune times. All we can do is deal with it as best we can and try to keep things in perspective.
Thanks for checking in this week and I hope you survived the storms well.