Hometown Visit

Yesterday, I made a quick, nostalgic trip to my hometown of Lewiston, Maine.  I had hoped to take plenty of photos of all the places that fill my memories, but didn’t manage to do that.  I think I was just enjoying the moment too much to make an art project out of it.  Anyway, here’s the best I could come up with.

 

Tornado!?!

It was easily one of the scariest moments of my life.  The weather was changing from hot and humid to a cool, dry September day, requiring a powerful transition.  On Sunday morning, the wind started picking up so I went out to the backyard to roll down the patio umbrella.  As I did so, the umbrella was caught by the wind and started leaning in one direction.  In the next moment, it was leaning in the opposite direction.  My only thought was, ‘Uh oh.’

I raced inside just as the first tree came crashing down at the edge of the backyard.  Then another.  Then another.  I stood, mesmerized by terror as I felt this beast move from the backyard, down the space between our house and the neighbor’s house and out into the street before evaporating.  We had no time to react.  No time to run into the basement for safety.  I just stood at one end of the house waiting for I don’t know what – the other end of the house to get ripped off?  It seemed a strong possibility in that moment.  Surely, a tree or large branch would come crashing down through that side of the house.  All the trees falling over somehow missed the house.

The most haunting feeling I had was that this ‘thing’ had a presence.  It was a beast.  It moved quickly, but not so quickly you couldn’t track it’s movement.  I’ll never forget it.

In the aftermath, even though over fifty trees were either uprooted or snapped in half and discarded, there was very little property damage to the four houses in its path and, thankfully, no injuries.  Our neighbor’s shed was destroyed and cleanup will take months, but if that’s the worst after experiencing a tornado, I’ll take it.

Dog Gone

We said goodbye to Elsa and Josie today.  Otherwise know as Ethel and Lucy, we acquired them several weeks ago with the intention of keeping them.  Unfortunately, we quickly realized they were going to be much more than we were prepared to handle.  Admittedly, our timing for adopting dogs was not good.  With life a little up in the air, adding such a large responsibility was a mistake.  On top of that these sweet, loving animals were not only not house broken, but didn’t know any commands at all.  When we set out to adopt, we were clear about the dogs being a little older and used to living in a house.  Elsa and Josie are about three years old and loaded with energy.  They are loving and calm down very quickly, but just too much for us to handle at this time.

They are currently being boarded at Eva’s Play Pups and enjoying life on a 30 acre farm while they await adoption from the right family for them.  We wish them well and miss them.