Day two started out with a bang, quite literally. I got the kids to bed, tucked myself into my too-big bed and promptly fell asleep to the sound of the wind whipping around my house, whistling through my windows and banging the front porch swing against the house. Since I am an Olympic-caliber sleeper, it didn't bother me much. Remember, I slept though a tornado once.
My dear daughter doesn't have the sleep-stamina that I have and woke me up from a dead sleep about 1:00 with terror in her voice. She wanted to know if I had heard that loud noise. Um, obviously, "No."
"It was so loud it shook" her bed.
Nope, didn't hear a thing.
But, since I am a single parent for the next ten days, I got up to investigate. (Note to self, be more grateful for the times that JJ does this.) I looked out the window and noticed that the garbage can had been blown over. Obviously that must have been the noise.
As much as I wanted to leave the stupid thing where it was, I put on my sweatshirt and shoes and trudged down the driveway and dragged the garbage can and recycling bin back into the garage. Did I mention that the wind was gusting to 50 mph, it was after 1:00 am and I was only half-awake?
I got back in the house and Boo was still a little shaken. She wasn't convinced that the garbage can had made the noise that had shaken her bed. She asked if I had checked the mailbox. (The reason that our mailbox is on a temporary stand is a long story, but no, I hadn't checked the mailbox.) And of course, she was right. The wind had blown the mailbox right over. The mailbox that is (was) solidly attached to some 4x4 posts. The heavy heavy mailbox and temporary stand.
I left it where it was.
I didn't need it being blown over and shaking her bed again.
I got up this morning, stood it up and tied it to the porch railing. I couldn't find the bungee cords, or I would have used them. I think that bungee-corded mailboxes that are barely attached to temporary posts just scream "high class" don't you?
My dear daughter doesn't have the sleep-stamina that I have and woke me up from a dead sleep about 1:00 with terror in her voice. She wanted to know if I had heard that loud noise. Um, obviously, "No."
"It was so loud it shook" her bed.
Nope, didn't hear a thing.
But, since I am a single parent for the next ten days, I got up to investigate. (Note to self, be more grateful for the times that JJ does this.) I looked out the window and noticed that the garbage can had been blown over. Obviously that must have been the noise.
As much as I wanted to leave the stupid thing where it was, I put on my sweatshirt and shoes and trudged down the driveway and dragged the garbage can and recycling bin back into the garage. Did I mention that the wind was gusting to 50 mph, it was after 1:00 am and I was only half-awake?
I got back in the house and Boo was still a little shaken. She wasn't convinced that the garbage can had made the noise that had shaken her bed. She asked if I had checked the mailbox. (The reason that our mailbox is on a temporary stand is a long story, but no, I hadn't checked the mailbox.) And of course, she was right. The wind had blown the mailbox right over. The mailbox that is (was) solidly attached to some 4x4 posts. The heavy heavy mailbox and temporary stand.
I left it where it was.
I didn't need it being blown over and shaking her bed again.
I got up this morning, stood it up and tied it to the porch railing. I couldn't find the bungee cords, or I would have used them. I think that bungee-corded mailboxes that are barely attached to temporary posts just scream "high class" don't you?
My twine looks less solid and more like a spider web, but it didn't fall over again, so we'll call that a victory for Shannon. Yay me!
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. And I am grateful for that.
