Well, this was just wonderful. š
Winter is still my favorite, even now that I live at the beach these days. I never take snow for granted, generally but especially now, and I thoroughly enjoyed this beautiful evening. (And you bet I sat out on my porch in my pajamas and watched it fall!)
Well, after a near miss from Hurricane Erin and a surprisingly and fortunately quiet Atlantic hurricane season, we saw some storm action yesterday and last night. And yāall, I donāt even know what to say.
This was not presented as a big thing. It was neither hurricane nor tropical storm. It did not have a name. But the weather system that rolled through Virginia Beach over the course of yesterday dumped seven inches ā SEVEN INCHES ā of rain on us. And there was wind. I think the news mentioned gusts of 59 miles per hour.
It was a big thing, as it turns out, and I didnāt even know to be anxious about it.
Donāt worry, though. I got there.
Watching our back patio flood and a small river develop down our driveway, yeah, that wasnāt fun for me. But it was the water creeping up our front yard, closer and closer to our house, that really got me.
It doesnāt look like much in the picture, I know. You could easily say I was overreacting. (I might even agree with you.) But that is solidly three or four feet of water on our fence line, and it just kept rising. I was not in a good mood, and I didnāt sleep well last night.
Thankfully, itās receded today and things have dried out, and Iām feeling better.
But, again, this was not even a tropical storm. IT WASNāT EVEN A TROPICAL STORM.
Coastal living is something, you guys. I guess I should just file this under āThings Iāll Adjust To.ā Right? RIGHT???
ā¦a sunny morning on the sand and also this random candle she found in Nana Megās cabinet and carried around for the rest of the day.
Well, Hurricane Erin has come and gone. Or, rather, itās gone and it was never really here to begin with.
Iām not unhappy about that at all. Sometimes, anticlimactic is good.
Itās my first hurricane season as an official resident of Virginia Beach, and though Iām not too worried generally, I admit I was concerned about and disconcerted by all the watches and warnings that accompanied Erinās not-landfall here. As a lifelong mountain critter ā if not in body than certainly in spirit ā I find the ocean intimidating. Coastal storms were something that, growing up, we actually talked about pretty often. You know, as in: āGee, sure glad and grateful we arenāt dealing with that.ā
And now here I am, living very close to the big water, right on the coast. Itās a funny old life.
At any rate, I am quite grateful that the most we saw of Erin in our neck of the woods ā er, our stretch of the sand ā was just a little bit of a breeze, some higher than usual high tides, and rough waves.
The surfers had a great time. Waves in Virginia Beach are normally pretty calm, so these were fun to watch. From a distance.
I know the Outer Banks in North Carolina dealt with more, and Iāve heard Norfolk had some flooding. But as storms go, we got lucky. And Iām hoping we stay lucky through this season. Because as much as I love new experiences, I definitely donāt have āSee a hurricane up close and personalā on my 2025 bingo card. Ā
Iām a mountain person.
Always have been.
Graham grew up by the water, and spent pretty much every summer day of his entire childhood on the sand. Heās the first person Iāve ever met who actually lived at the beach.
Before we got together, I think Iād visited the beach, like, five times, maybe?
All of that to say, the beach was never a huge part of my life, and itās taken some getting used to.
Itās silly, I know, to say something like that. Lots of people love the beach ā they visit every year, they make plans to retire there, they dream of owning a house and staying in it as often as they can. And I totally get it! Itās just never been my thing.
But yāall, sometimes, you gotta get over yourself.
And in this case, you is me. I am you. Because, as it turns out, Lucy loves the beach.
Sheās a little intimidated by the all that sand and water, sure, but sheās a fan. Graham is elated. š And me?
Well, I guess Iām finally, slowly, and for the best reason ever, becoming a beach person.
Iām used to old house problems. Remember the mystery pipe? Or the ceiling with no actual support joists? Yeah, I was pretty unfazed.
And silly me, I thought when we moved to our new home ā a relatively young and spritely 25-years-old ā that I just wouldnāt have to worry about any kind of house problems for a while. Which is good, frankly, because itās crazy around here with a toddler, a dog, a cat, and a husband who is amazing but often forgets where he left his everything. But yāall, here we are.
New house problems.
Sigh.
Itās not that big a deal. Our washing machine is leaking, and we didnāt notice until it started actively dripping. Through the ceiling.
Because you know, we donāt have enough going on, and they do say that when it rains it pours. Apparently, through the ceiling.
The good news is, this should all be fixed relatively quickly. Thereās not any real water damage, and no signs of mold, and the washing machine will either be an easy repair or an exciting replacement. (Because when youāre almost 40 with a toddler, a new washing machine that works better and faster is, in fact, very exciting.)
So, as always, onward. Dryly, hopefully.
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