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Irmageddon, Its Fury and Light Show

Irma, for us was a night storm.  That meant the wee ones went to bed and didn't see the worst of it.  It also meant that picture taking was limited.  The following pics and vids don't do it justice, but by the time the eye reached us - about 30 miles east of us - it was a Cat 2 and diminished.

It struck at around 1:30-2:30 am and at its peak winds were around 80-90 mph with gusts of 110.  As we sat in the garage watching we were witness, also to an amazing light show, as you will see inadequately in the videos below.  Nature never seems to want to cooperate.    










SIL Drew and I playing in the rain after the worst had passed. 

























Much of the light was because of transformers doing whatever they do when they fail.  Other lights were ionized electrical particles in the air (lightening).  It was quite a sight.

It was a long ordeal - especially the waiting and wondering.  Once it arrived, and I knew the kids would be OK where we were, it was interesting to watch.  I earned my first hurricane stripe.  I am a hurricane virgin no more.  Although virginity in some things is more than OK.  

The next question is how much can I milk this thing?  There will be further reports tomorrow in Tuesday Tidbits and I might just be able to squeeze another day on Wednesday.  If you are blown away by the big blow, then good, you've got more on the way.  If you are bored of the posts then you'll just have to hang on tight because we are aren't quite finished.  And if you are bored of it all, imagine us:  as I write this on Sunday evening, there are still sections around us without power still (I heard a generator on my 3:00 am walk today).  Not only that but Kenze was frantically trying to find bread and milk today - both were accomplished at varying times throughout the afternoon hunt. 

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