Class started out at 8 a.m. again. Scheduled to last until noon. Interesting, since the hotel checkout time was noon as well. We got all packed up and ready to go the night before. Even had time to take a load to the car right after breakfast. As it turned out, Chris was done by 11. Our guy went almost to the bitter end. He finally let us go around 11:50. Just enough time to gather up the rest of our stuff and turn in the keys.
We
headed immediately over to Cracker Barrel for some lunch before hitting the
road. It took us a while to find a place
to park. Not a good sign for a quick
lunch. Once inside we signed in and were
told it would be about a fifteen minute wait.
But we managed to be patient while browsing the array of goodies in the
store part. Always fun to browse the
nostalgia section for remnants of a long-ago childhood. It took around ten minutes for them to call
us back, and we made our orders. No
chicken livers anymore. They are
officially off the menu – a directive from Cracker Barrel Corporate. Sad. I
had the meatloaf special. Chris had chicken
pot pie. The whole lunch experience was
a little over an hour. Not exactly fast
food.
I
may or may not have crashed for the first leg of our journey. Chris said I was snoring. I was actually reading. I think she was hearing road noise instead. I woke up just before we stopped at Bucees. Potty break, of course.
On
the way home I got a report call on the storm situation at Seaside. Lauren had gone to the church to check things
out. Downstairs it looks like we had water
under the doors. Nothing else to speak
of inside. Outside was another
story. Several pieces of trim were
down. The big cross on the side of the building
was down. What looks like pieces of a gutter
are strewn about the ground as well. The
worst part is our sign. Well, what was
our sign. It is completely
demolished. Pieces of it were all over
the property, adding to the other debris from nearby homes.
Upstairs
looks like we had some damage from blowing wind. Came in through the roof vents and settled on
the ceiling tiles. That means most of them
will need to be replaced. Lots of carpet
is wet as well up there. Lauren has fans
blowing to dry that out, and dehumidifiers are at the ready. If anybody gets this report, we are having a
church workday on Saturday around 9 a.m. to clean up debris and replace
tiles. See you there.
Oh,
and why wouldn’t you be seeing this report?
Because our internet and cable and house phone are all out. I called in the issue and a repair guy is
scheduled to come out Monday.
Great. Maybe I can get our neighbors
to let me use their internet in the meantime.
Oh, and we made another discovery when we got here. I went to move the truck out of the driveway –
and out of harm’s way from the large broken tree branch hovering precariously
above it. Aaaaaannnnddd … the truck wouldn’t
start. Battery is not completely
dead. Just not enough juice to get it
started. Now we’ll have to push it out
into the street to a position where we can jump it off the car. Or at least get it parked in the street so we
can get that errant branch lopped off.
The city will be doing trash pickup from storm debris … on Sunday. Wonderful … a deadline. Just what we needed …
Philippians
4:8 says, “Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever
os right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable – if anything
is excellent or praiseworthy – think about such things.”
Father,
thank you for our safe trip back home.
Please help us get everything back in order soon. Amen.
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