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Weekend With A Little One

This morning I was thinking about where we were in the summer calendar. Then I took a look and realized the girls go back to school one month from today. Yikes! So much still to do. We better get cracking.

This weekend was much better than last, at least weather-wise. Perfect lake weather during the days as we hosted our good friends the Heberts. Saturday night was clear and pleasant as we dropped anchor to watch our lake’s annual fireworks show. If every summer weekend was as nice as this one, the population of Indiana would be at least 10 times bigger than it is. Fortunately the mugginess is coming back this week, and we’ll revert to our oppressive normal.

There was another highlight to the weekend. We were taking care of our one-year-old niece, Little L, from Boston as her mom and dad finished their Midwest visit with a run up to Chicago for a wedding. She is such a sweetie that it was a pretty easy couple of days.

Since they left on Friday morning, that meant the girls and I got first shift with Little L. I was a little worried about that, since although she’s been around me a few times in the last month, she doesn’t exactly know me well. But the beauty of her being a day-care kid is she’s used to her parents dropping her off with other people every morning. There were no tears or other unhappiness when mom and dad left. The girls were all up and made sure to do all they could to keep Little L occupied. It took awhile, but eventually she was playing peek-a-boo and run-around-the-living room with me, or climbing up in my lap on her own to read a book. Nap times were a breeze. She ate everything I gave her.

The biggest challenge, I told S that night, was I had no idea what her cues are to show she’s hungry, needs a diaper change, etc. With your own kids, you’re used to all their mannerisms that signal changes in mood or need. Since Little L is only 14 months old, she can’t exactly walk up and say, “Uncle D1,[1] I’m hungry, my diaper is feeling a little saturated, and I think I’ll be ready to go lay down in about 20 minutes.” Fortunately I don’t think I missed anything major.

She got to go back to the lake for the second-straight weekend, too. We took two vehicles down and she rode with me. We were leaving right around nap time and she was acting a little fussy before we left. C and L rode with me, flanking Little L’s car seat so they could try to distract her if she got wound up. In a rather inspired move, I put on the SiriusXM Yacht Rock station and that seemed to knock her right out. She slept for approximately 60 of the 75 minutes it takes us to get to the lake.

She did great at the lake, too. It took her awhile to warm up to our guests, but eventually she was fast friends with them. This weekend could have been really difficult, but she is so laid back and happy that it was mostly a breeze.

The only downside of the weekend was Saturday night. Poor kid is teething and that was the only time it seemed to be bugging her. She just couldn’t fall asleep. Eventually I took her out of her pack-n-play, set her on my chest, and leaned back on the couch in the dark living room. This is a position I was in at least 10,000 times in the years our girls were young and teething. Then as now, it worked. She was snoring softly on me after about five minutes. I let her sleep there for about half an hour – I was a little in-and-out myself and, let’s face it, a baby/toddler sleeping soundly on you is one of the best things in life – before I transferred her back to the pack-n-play without incident.

Spending this time with Little L over the weekend reminded me of all the good things that came with having a one-year-old in the house. Don’t get me wrong, I have zero interest in having another kid.[2] It was really nice having her around, though.


  1. Since I have two brothers-in-law who have names that begin with D, I can’t just be Uncle D. Since I’m the oldest of the three, and the first to marry into my wife’s family, I’ve claimed Uncle D1 for myself.  ↩
  2. That’s been taken care of, anyway.  ↩

Holiday Weekend

We had big plans for the holiday weekend. Unfortunately Mother Nature got in the way.

The Fourth of July weekend is normally a family gathering time at our lake house. This year we had our family from Boston coming in, along with most of the locals. Which meant we added a one-year-old to the mix. Plus two babies. In a small house. And then it rained most of the weekend.

Guess what? Everything turned out pretty great! All the little ones dealt with the close quarters and lack of outside time well. More importantly, our girls did really well. There was minimal whining about being bored.[1] I think having their cousins around was a fine distraction.

We only got one boat ride in Saturday, which was cool and cloudy and threatening, but stayed dry until late in the afternoon. It was one of those rare summer days when the water was warmer than the air, so the kids were happy to swim and play on the water toys around the dock. L did some fishing, and caught the biggest fish she’s ever caught. She came running up to the house yelling, “Dad! I caught a fish this big!” with her hands about 18” apart. We ran down and saw she indeed got a good-sized bass, but closer to 12” than 18”. She’s obviously turning into quite the fisher as she’s exaggerating about the size of her catches!

Lia’s Big Catch
L’s Big Catch

Sunday was pretty much a total washout, with heavy rain off-and-on all day. We still squeezed in a big family meal for lunch, then naps for a lot of us as the kids watched movies. The real fun kicked in Sunday evening when the power went out for about five hours. Thank goodness it was relatively cool outside or we would have been miserable without A/C.

We packed up much earlier than planned Monday and came home for another lazy day. We stayed up and watched fireworks from Washington, D.C., New York, and Boston but that was the extent of our Independence Day celebrating.

Today we’re off to the zoo with the Boston family. After three days in the 60s and 70s, it’s supposed to be pushing 90 and humid. Timing, man, timing.


  1. Now there was some whining. But less than I feared.  ↩

Finally On The Water

We’ve been lucky through our first two lake weekends of the summer. Excellent weather both times: hot, but not oppressive, and free from rain. Excellent company both times, kids relatively well behaved each weekend.

This past weekend was a little extra special, though. L finally went tubing.

To reset, despite being our most athletic, most daring kid, L has had issues on boats and water. It all goes back to a ride she took on a friend’s boat four years ago. She got a little freaked out by the speed. She was just three at the time, so that was understandable. When we got our boat, she hated even going for slow rides. That first summer she cried almost every time we forced her to go. While she eventually made peace with the boat itself, she wanted nothing to do with tubing. The only time she would tube was if we put her on in the no-wake zone and puttered along at idle speed. We gently pushed her to join a friend or older relative for a fast run, but she always said no.

We figured eventually she would cave, and that finally happened this weekend. Two of our guests were classmates and soccer teammates of hers, so maybe that’s what did the trick. But Saturday, when we were figuring out the order for the older kids, she informed me that she was going, too.

I took it fairly easy on her and her partner. No whipping them outside the wake, or taking the turns fast. Pretty much straight and steady. And she had a great time.

She took it to the next level on Sunday. One of our guests brought a kneeboard for the kids to use. After watching a couple other kids give it a shot, L was ready to try, too. It took four tries for her to get up and stay up, but then she did a complete lap pf the lake with no problems.[1] We’re so happy that she finally broke through this barrier!

She wasn’t the only one to kneeboard. Both M and C took turns and got up immediately. Both boarded exactly to their personalities. M kept the board straight and under control the entire time. She didn’t attempt any daring moves, other than to occasionally let go of the rope with one hand to wave. C was all over the place. The board would shimmy to one side and then the other. We couldn’t tell if she was trying to spin it, or if she was just giggling so much that she couldn’t control it. She aimed it at the wake and then cut back. She looked like she had been boarding for years.

So naturally the girls want us to buy a wake board now.

L also kept catching fish like a fiend. She caught 12 our first weekend of the summer. Last weekend she caught at least 8 more. She even knew what kind of bait to buy. We walked into a store Saturday morning and she told the kid behind the counter that she wanted some nightcrawlers. Obviously her grandfather got to her, because S and I don’t know the first thing about fishing.


  1. Our lake is pretty small, so we’re talking about 10 minutes to make a lap at kneeboard speed.  ↩

First Weekend At The Lake

The first lake weekend of the summer was a success. It was just about a perfect weekend, weather-wise. It was up in the high 80s, low 90s both days without being too sticky. The water was still surprisingly cool, but was refreshing given the air temp. Saturday night was clear and beautiful.

We had three families from St. P’s down, so nine kids total. They were all pretty well behaved for the most part. Only one of all those kids was fired up about tubing fast. Somehow over the winter both M and C lost their love of jumping waves and going fast. They preferred to ride with other kids that wanted me to keep it fairly straight and gentle. The one wild kid kept begging me to “go so fast that you kill me.” I didn’t set any speed records, but on her final trip of the weekend, I did get her airborne and sent her flying, which she absolutely loved. It was really good to be out in the boat again.

L still has no desire to get in a tube. But she got a new fishing rod a couple weeks back, and one of our guests loves to fish. So those two spent hours fishing. On Sunday they took our little peddle boat across the cove to a nice, deep, sheltered spot and spent well over an hour casting and catching. I think L ended up catching 12 fish for the weekend.

The dads all closed out Saturday night sitting by the lake, drinking bourbon, and smoking cigars until well after midnight. I don’t think I had smoked a cigar in a decade? A dozen years? Since my bachelor party? It had been awhile.

We jump into the first full week of summer at home with both feet. M is volunteering at St. P’s VBS all week to earn her first middle school service hours. We have two swim meets and practices the other two days. And a long list of household chores and errands to knock out.

LVS Weekend #1

Last weekend was a very important one on the family calendar: the opening of the Local Vacation Spot (LVS for you newbies) and the putting-in of the boat. These weekends are often good for a laugh or two, as S and I bump up against our many limitations in mechanical knowledge and ability.

I’m happy to say the weekend was an almost complete success. We picked the boat up and got it down to the lake without incident. We got the boat into the water faster than we ever have before. It started right up and ran just fine as I took it back to the dock. And we brought in enough fuel to ensure we didn’t run dry on our one trip around the lake later in the day.[1] Oh, and the house was still standing and fully operational. We went entirely too long without coming down to check on it and I was a little nervous about what we might find.

Now the weather was not great. We dodged showers off-and-on Saturday. But there were enough breaks so I could get the yard mowed and S and family got our new solar lights installed on path down to the water. After some steadier rain rolled by, the sun burst forth just in time for us to load all our guests onto the boat and take it for a leisurely lap. I do enjoy the rare days we’re out in the boat and A) not many other people are on the water and B) there isn’t much wind so the lake is nice and calm. I like these days because you can go fast!

We also had a most excellent fire that I lit around noon to drive away the bugs and was still going strong when we scurried inside to avoid a downpour around 10:00 that evening. A lot of limbs, big and small, had fallen since our last visit sometime last fall.

Sunday was a complete washout, but that allowed us to get the house all cleaned up and ready to go for the summer.

There was one surprise that greeted us, though. As I approached our dock for the first time, I saw a goose swimming toward me rather intently, honking away. Then I saw there was another goose sitting in the mulch bed on the edge of our property, about 10 feet from our boat slip. Yep, we have a Mother Goose of our own!

She was not thrilled when we came down to pick up sticks, open up the shed, or when I mowed within about 20 feet of her. She also did not enjoy me pulling the boat into the dock a little later. She stretched her neck out as long as it would reach, low to the ground, and followed every movement of the person closest to her. She looked like a damn snake. But she remained on her nest.

Mother Goose
Mother Goose

Later in the day I went down to check on her and caught her away from the nest. I was able to get within about 10 feet or so. I saw four or five large eggs in the nest she scraped out of the mulch. When we took our lap on the boat and checked out some other coves, we came across a family of ducks and ducklings, and two geese with their goslings. ’Tis the season and all.

Sunday, when it came time to cover up the boat before we left, I decided I needed a little barrier between me and Mama. So I took one of our porch chairs and placed it between the edge of the boat where we would be attaching the cover and the nest. Homegirl hated me getting that close. She popped up and hissed, but never made a move toward me. I kept one eye on her the entire time we were snapping the cover on, but she just did her weird, snake-neck thing.

Because of sports and birthdays and school and S’s schedule, we won’t be down for a weekend for at least three more weeks. Hopefully between now and then there is a successful hatching and the geese decide to move to the opposite side of our cove, where there are two unoccupied houses. I don’t think they’re going to enjoy it when we start having people down in early June.


  1. The gas station at our marina does not open until Memorial Day weekend, so you have to bring your own gas in until then. The perils of being on a very small lake.  ↩

Weekend Wrap-Up

I’m going to try to get back in a regular schedule of posting now that baseball is over. Although S. and I are heading out-of-town Thursday, which is yet another impediment to those plans. I’ll try my best!

Let’s begin with an old style weekend round up!


It was odd not to have a stressful baseball game two watch on Friday night. Or to be covering a high school football game. Or have some kind of social engagement on the calendar. First Friday night since before the school year began I could say that.


M. has lost two of her molars in the past week. Now she’s down to just two baby teeth. Which means another visit to the orthodontist is probably going to be on her schedule for 2016.

There were some Tooth Fairy issues this time.

She lost her first tooth last Sunday. As I always do on these nights, I set a reminder for 10:30 to do the Tooth Fairy duties before I went to bed. The only problem was that was the night of game five of the World Series. The first alarm went off and I snoozed it for half an hour. Then again. And again. And so on until it was 2:30 or 2:45 or 3:00 – I’m not really sure – and stumbled upstairs. I’ve had all kinds of interesting Tooth Fairy moments since M. lost her first tooth. Stepping on toys that were lying on the floor and made noise. Unable to find the tooth. Having to feel around under a kid’s head to find the tooth. Or just forgetting to make the visit and running in before the daughter in question woke the next morning. Being pretty hammered was a new thing. Fortunately I crept in without running into any walls or tripping on anything, collected the tooth, dropped the money, and stumbled back out.

She lost another tooth Friday. She had it in a baggie and ready to go when she and C. began fighting at about 8:30. I sent them both upstairs to bed. Once I got L. settled and came back down, I saw the tooth still sitting on the couch. I decided that since M. was being a jackass, T.F. would get the night off. Which was smart, because I didn’t have enough money to pay up.

Saturday night bedtime rolled around. I was watching football and got a text from S. saying “Please tell TF that M. lost a tooth and she is putting it on her bedside table.” Solid move by M., letting me know where the tooth was.

But, again, I failed to get any money during the day. We scrounged around the house trying to find a couple more dollar bills and failed. I decided to write a note from TF saying she was swamped and all she had was one dollar. But the other two would come soon! As with the notes the girls get from Elfie in December, I wrote this one left-handed. Which really was kind of stupid, because we know that M. knows where the money comes from. And she knows that we know she knows. I could have just jotted a note. But I figured go lefty in case her sisters see it.

Sunday S. asked M. if the Tooth Fairy came. “Yes,” she said somewhat disappointedly. “But I only got one dollar! She left me a note saying she had a busy night and could only give me one for now. She better get me those two other dollars soon!” We were in the car and I could feel her little eyeballs burning holes into my head. She also told C. and L. that the Tooth Fairy’s handwriting was a lot like Elfie’s.

Before bed last night, she made the loud statement that “The Tooth Fairy better get me my money!” Apparently she’s been listening to some of my early ‘90s West Coast rap.


Sunday was our annual “Spend a whole day at the lake blowing leaves” day. Between L. playing soccer on Sundays for two months, baseball, and the Colts’ terrible start, I had pretty much completely tuned them out. So much so that I just assumed their game against the Broncos would be the Sunday night game. We got home, I ran to the grocery store, and was surprised it was completely empty. “People must already be downtown,” I thought. On the way home I switched by the radio station that normally carries the Colts and a Pacers game was on.

So wasn’t I surprised to sit down, turn on the TV, and not only find the Colts playing, but up 10–0 in the second quarter. What a moment for them to finally right the ship! They made it interesting, but made huge plays late to seal the win.[1] Andrew Luck looked fantastic, even if he again just about got knocked out for the season three or four times. The defense looked as good as they’ve looked all year. And the Colts continue to be Peyton Manning’s kryptonite. I believe that’s 3–0 against him since he went to Denver.

The Colts still have a lot of work to do. They are shockingly thin on defense, and one or two injuries could blow apart that whole unit. They have to find a way to protect Luck. And another bad loss or two could destroy the goodwill produced yesterday. But nine or maybe ten wins are back in play again. At least for now.


Saturday night we took the girls to see the Peanuts movie. They enjoyed it, and I thought it was cute. It hit all the classic tropes from the historic Peanuts comics. Which, I realized, my girls don’t get a lot of. They watch the Great Pumpkin and Christmas specials every year. But they have never read the books the way I did when I was a kid. There were a number of little moments that amused me, but went over their heads completely.

I will say this though (Spoiler alert): the movie is set up so Charlie Brown finally (maybe?) has a big success. The entire time I was worried he was finally going to kick the football Lucy held before the movie ended. Thank goodness that didn’t happen. That really would have pissed me off.

BTW, I looked it up just to make sure Charlie never did actually kick the football. I found this page. I suggest reading through it. Turns out he did kick it, once. However, as the page points out, Peanuts zealots have a very important reason for not counting that attempt.


But really, where did fall go? We’re going to go buy a Christmas tree in just over two weeks.


  1. My Jayhawk brother Aqib Talib with the absolutely stupid and needless personal foul that pretty much clinched the game for the Colts. And then another brain-dead penalty by Denver kept Peyton from getting the ball back with 20 seconds or so to play.  ↩

Holiday Weekend Wrap

Many errands and household chores got crammed into Tuesday, so a belated look back at the final weekend of the summer. It was very good, but also kind of crappy.

The good parts were:
* The girls getting a four-day weekend. It was nice to sleep in a bit Friday before all our other activities for the weekend.
* Our KC friends the B’s were in town, staying with local pals the H’s. Together we went to watch our local high school play football Friday night, then down to the lake Saturday and part of Sunday. It was a perfect lake weekend: sunny and hot. We tubed and cruised, floated and swam, drank and ate.
* Some old friends who now live in Michigan were visiting the lake as well. It was good to catch-up briefly.
* After our guests left, we hung around Sunday night and had one, last relaxing summer evening down there. Well, if you call doing laundry, mowing the grass, and putting the summer toys away relaxing. Odds are there will be several more decent lake days before the season is officially over. But with a cross country meet every Saturday and a soccer game every Sunday for the next six weeks, the next time we use the boat will likely be when we take it out to store it for the winter. Man does the lake part of the year go fast.

As for the bad parts, they were all sports-related:
* Our local high school football team lost to one of its big rivals 24–21 Friday. That was a bummer because A) we all went to the game together (the girls had a great time), and B) our buddy Coach H is now the head coach. Losses suck a little more when you friend is the one who is taking the heat for it.
* KU lost likely it’s only winnable game of the year. Expectations are always pretty low at KU. This year they are as low as they’ve ever been. Blame Lew Perkins and Turner Gill, or Sheahon Zenger and Charlie Weis. Or all of them. The fact is the program is an absolute mess. The only good news is this should be rock bottom. It can’t get worse, right? Of course, it may not get better for awhile. I think David Beaty has the right combination of recruiting mojo and coaching chops to get it turned around. It’s just going to take 3–5 years. And maybe another round of conference realignment that allows KU to get in a situation where they can play four non-conference games instead of three. Unlike the last two coaches, I really like Beaty. Hopefully the cause isn’t hopeless.
* In addition, the proud, freedom-loving, equality for all men craving Jayhawk was besmirched on the field an hour to the west. We live in an era of stupid, manufactured controversies. Far too many of us scream with outrage over the tiniest of slights. This “controversy” is profoundly dumb. My bigger concern is why the hell was K-State making fun of KU when they were playing South Dakota? The Wildcats have won something like 17 of the last 20 football games against KU. Seems like they should be worrying more about Baylor and TCU than big brother over in Lawrence.
* The Royals got swept at home by the White Sox and then fell Monday to Minnesota. Thank goodness they won Tuesday, keeping their longest losing stretch of the year four games. Lots of wringing of hands about several parts of the team. I’m not wringing my hands just yet. Still three weeks to get things figured out.

It was a busy four-plus days. Hope all of you had fine holiday weekends to wrap up your summers, too.

End Of Summer Catch Up

 

A very busy couple of weeks. I thought I was alone in trying to cram 857 activities into the finals days of summer break, but it sounds like that’s par for the course for the modern parent. Glad I was not alone.


We hit approximately 83 different parks over the final two weeks of summer. Parks we had been to before this year, parks we had not been to in years, and parks we had never visited before.

We went to the big city water park one afternoon. It was kind of nice to be able to just turn M. and C. (and C.’s friend) loose and tell them to check back in every half hour or so. The only bummer of the day was that L. was about two inches too short to do any of the really fun stuff. The “plunger,” the water slides, the surfing pool, etc. The lifeguards were letting kids who were right on the borderline through, but she was noticeably shorter than the little “You Must Be This Tall…” signs. So we went through the lazy river about 30 times and she sucked it up and played on the kiddie slides for, likely, the final time in her life.

The girls and I took a four-mile bike ride one evening last week. It was, by far, the longest ride of any of their lives. They all did well, although there was one extended, steady climb that pushed L. pretty hard. Fortunately she still falls for the “We’re almost there! Just a little farther!” line from me and powered through.

We also took a long hike through the nature trails at Holliday Park. At first the girls just wanted to play on the awesome playground and were complaining about the hike. When they saw we could hike down to the river and then up the sides of some very steep hills, they decided the hike was awesome.

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While it came after school began, we took the girls to an Indianapolis Indians game yesterday. It was Kids Eat Free day, so they were excited about getting a hot dog, water, and chips without having to pay. M. sat by me and paid the most attention to the game. We were fortunate to be in the shade the entire day. We left after the seventh inning and there’s no way they would have lasted that long had we been in the sun the entire time. The only negative on the day was there was a meltdown just as we were leaving, so I wasn’t able to get a picture of them lined up against the outfield fence on our way out.

It was also pretty fun to wear one of my Royals jerseys to a game when I was supporting a first-place team, not just showing my hometown some love like the last time we went to an Indians game a few years back.


We also squeezed in a quick, one-day visit to Bloomington with some friends who have a lake condo. We went to dinner in town, and it just happened to be August 1. I laughed at all the random, old furniture that had been tossed out of apartments as college students moved out before their leases expired on July 31. I bet I have a few pieces of furniture still floating around somewhere that were discarded in the same manner.


My final lake weekend of summer break was a week ago, when three friends from KC flew in for a guys’ weekend. We had a fantastic time lounging in the water, drinking many beers, and listening to my ancient cassette tape collection, which I just realized I still had a few weeks earlier. Our lake radio actually has a cassette player, so we were able to play several of them. However, between the age of the tapes and what I’m pretty sure is a slightly defective player, most of them sounded pretty terrible. That didn’t stop us from enjoying them, though.


The first (short) week of school went just fine. The girls all like their teachers, two of whom are new to us. L. has the same first grade teacher both of her sisters had.


The two older sisters have started practice for their fall sports. Both are doing different things than we planned last spring.

As I shared already, M. took one short run with me and decided cross country was not for her, so she’s back in kickball. She’ll be playing against both fifth and sixth graders this year, so she’s going to have to step up her game. She’s kicking better, but the coaches have also been teaching them how to bunt effectively. L. got to practice with the team a couple times when girls were still gone on vacations or at camps, and loved every second of it.

C. was supposed to play softball again. The league she plays in does not normally have a fall league, but decided to try one this year. They didn’t get enough girls to sign up, though, and ended up canceling. When we found out one of her closest buddies from school was running cross country, C. decided she wanted to as well. So we signed her up. Apparently her first practice was really rough, as was to be expected. So I went with to her second and third practices with her. The second practice was all track work, which she did great at. One of the coaches, not knowing she was my daughter, even said, “Who is that? She is fast!” to me when she raced by in a relay. The next night she had time trials and I ran with her. She really struggled in the warm-up mile, but did much better in her timed mile, knocking it out in 9:30. I figured out her problem was she was trying to keep up with her buddy at the start. That buddy ran a 7:30 mile (!!!) in her time trial, so I told C. just to let E. go and she would be fine.

L.’s soccer team is still a week or so away from starting practice. She’s up to U8 this year, and should have most of her spring team back with her. She’s excited to get to play on a bigger field, with goalies, and against bigger kids. She’s always been the best kid on the field in her three seasons. I’m excited to see how she reacts when that’s not the case anymore.


While I was at the lake, the girls did their fall school shoe shopping. M. got some bright pink New Balances. C. got some bright blue Asics with pink accents for cross country and black Chuck Taylor low tops for school. L. got gray Chuck Taylor high tops. She had designed a pair online that were in school colors (purple and gold), and they looked a lot like 1980s-era Converse Weapons, which I loved. I showed her pics of the old Weapons and she thought they were awesome. The customized Chucks were $70 and wouldn’t be here for three weeks, so she was fine with getting some single-color ones at the store.


Now for the first full week of school. Maybe I can finally get the house completely cleaned for the first time since May!

 

Storm Follow Up

Turns out we did have some storm damage after all.

We arrived at the LVS Saturday, ready to greet 12 friends for 26-ish hours of fun, and our power was still performing erratically. Some circuits worked, some did not. Those that worked seemed to be humming along at half-voltage. The fridge was running, but not cooling at all. I plugged in the blower to clean up leaves and twigs and could barely get any juice.

S. immediately called the power company and logged an outage in their system, while I called a friend who has some electrical expertise. He suggested that one of the two lines that come into the house had been damaged. Looking at our outside lines, the telephone line was hanging very low across our street. The power line seemed normal, though. We walked back into the wooded area where our line connects with the main line and, sure enough, there were several large branches and assorted small limbs laying across it.

When our friends showed up, one of them took a look at the utility pole outside our house and said, “Well there’s your problem.” We looked up and, just like my phone consult had suggested, where the braided main line separated into two sections, one had come apart at the connecting point to the house feed line.[1]

So S. called back, updated our outage status as having a disconnected line, and we waited for a crew to arrive. They did around 1:30, quickly cleaned up the debris on the line, spliced in some new wire to replace the damaged line, and hooked us back up. In less than an hour, the fridge was blowing cool air, the AC was on, and every circuit in the house was operating on full voltage.[2]

I talked to one of the repairmen for a few minutes as they were wrapping up. I asked how many hours he had put in over the past week. He shook his head and said, “A shitload, man.” He said they had just reconnected all the lines blown out during the previous Saturday’s tornado when Monday’s storm blew through, knocking almost all those repaired lines out again, and knocking out most of the lake area as well. When I jokingly asked him if he knew it was Saturday, he laughed and said, “Honestly, I had to think about what day it was when I got up this morning.” Kudos to all the crews who worked their asses off over the past week.

I also asked if they could do diagnostic tests from the main office to see what houses were without power. He said yes, but since we only had a partial disconnection, our house would show up as working properly in those checks. That’s why no one had been out to fix it already. “It’s a smart system, but it’s not that smart,” he said.

Unfortunately the lake’s water level was still high enough that boats were limited to idle speed all weekend. So we did some (very) slow tubing with the kids. We saw quite a few trees on top of boat houses and docks, but in the area we checked, no serious damage to anything other than landscaping.

Hopefully we don’t have any more torrential rains or heavy winds for awhile.


  1. I’m sure I’m using all the technically correct electrical terms.  ↩
  2. Getting the air on was paramount. By heat index, it was the hottest day of the year so far.  ↩

Storm Induced Stress

As I mentioned in my camping/All Star game post, the girls and I had to make a trip Thursday morning. It was a trip that began with a tremendous amount of stress and worry but ended up being only mildly annoying.

We headed down to the LVS. Not to boat or swim. Or even meet a contractor to do something cool to the house. Rather we were checking on it to make sure it was ok. Huge storms ripped through the area Saturday night/Sunday morning and then again Monday night.

The first night a small tornado hit just north of the lake, causing a lot of damage in the small town that our lake uses for postal needs. While the lake missed the tornado, there were still winds well over 60 MPH. That storm knocked out power and, thus, the pump for the water station, causing boil order to go into effect. And with the torrential rains on top of six weeks of heavy rain, the lake’s water level was high enough that boating activity was limited to idle speed only.

Then Monday evening came along and an even bigger storm did its best to wipe out the area. This time winds over 70 MPH battered the area off-and-on for nearly an hour. In that span, between four and five more inches of rain fell. When I went to bed that night, I was very nervous that I would be getting a call the next morning from the conservancy that I needed to come check out some damage to our property.

That call did not come, but I was not able to relax. That’s because all the phone lines were down, the cell tower was off-line, and pretty much the entire area was without power. They couldn’t call me if they needed to. From a local realtor’s blog, papers in that area, and Facebook I learned that there were trees down everywhere, many lying on top of houses, boat houses, and boats themselves. Water service was completely interrupted for a while. Electrical crews couldn’t even get to the lake to repair lines because all the major roads into the area were blocked by fallen trees and debris.

Wednesday I saw a picture of the lake patrol boat nearly sitting on top of its dock because the lake’s water level was so high. In the background, the small beach area was almost completely covered by water. So, in addition to worrying about all our trees – most of which are between 30 and 50 feet tall – falling on our house, or someone else’s,[1] I was also worried about our boat somehow getting loose if the lines securing it to our dock failed.

From what I read Wednesday night, the roads were all open, power was slowly coming back on, and it seemed safe to go take a look. On our drive down Thursday, my palms were sweaty, my stomach flipped and flopped, and I kept getting mental pictures of trees crashed down on our house and the homes around us with power lines still on the ground blocking our path. About ten minutes from our house we started seeing damage. A huge tree ripped up by its roots here, limbs that had been cut by the power company bundled there. When we pulled into the lake community proper, suddenly the damage was more common. Every few feet there was another completely destroyed tree. More horrible scenarios rushed through my head.

So there was massive relief when we drove up and, at first glance, all seemed well. Lots of limbs, large and small, scattered about. The gravel walkway through the backyard was completely washed away. From the house, we could see our boat still in the dock, although sitting higher than we’ve ever seen it. As we walked down, I looked deeper into our cove, and yelled, “Holy crap, girls! Look at that!” Three houses down, two large trees, well over 30 feet tall each, had splintered near their bases and fallen into the lake. They took out part of boat house steps on the way down, and were effectively blocking any residents on the other side from getting their boats into the main part of the lake. Which wasn’t a concern at the moment, since the lake had been shut down for all boating activity.

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The water level was over a foot higher than I’ve ever seen it, touching the lower framing of our dock. The boat was well secured but sitting well above the dock floor rather than even with it. I didn’t pull the cover to investigate the interior, but hopefully the battery is still in good shape. I imagine the automatic bilge pump had to do some work over the past few days.

Power was on intermittently while we were there, the refrigerator occasionally kicking on then back off again. Luckily we don’t keep too may perishables inside when we leave. There was melted ice in the bucket and some ice cream that leaked only a tiny bit. Some cheese and hotdogs got pitched.

I cleaned out the fridge and freezer, we spent a few minutes gathering up limbs and throwing them by the fire pit, and then we headed out. We drove by the beach, which was still mostly under water. We saw trucks and trailers full of trimmed limbs heading to an emergency drop off spot. Then we decided to drive out to town to see if we could find any tornado damage. We got stuck behind a line of electrical trucks that were headed there too, so we decided to skip the sight seeing. But we did come across several places where, based on the sawdust, limbs, and visible trunks, the roads had likely been completely blocked a day or two earlier.

And then we headed home. I was immensely relieved and thrilled I didn’t have to call the insurance claims number I had scribbled down before we left. Many people have significant damage that is going to take a long time to fix. We were very, very lucky. By Thursday evening it appears that the entire area has power again. Some houses went nearly 72 hours without any. Thank goodness for the people who live down there full-time it hasn’t been too hot and humid.

We’re heading back down this weekend with three families from St. P’s. It’s supposed to be hotter than it has been in nearly two years. We’re hoping the electrical grid holds and the AC is working. And while it would be great if the lake was open for boating again, at least we can swim.


  1. You may recall we had a large tree fall on a neighbor’s home two years ago when a storm with winds over 60 MPH hit the area a week before Thanksgiving.  ↩
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