"Five-inch hail was reported in Eden Prairie, water flooded parts of Interstate 494 as high as car windows in the southern Twin Cities and winds up to 60 miles per hour[96 km/h] ripped through the Brainerd area, blowing down hundreds of trees, damaging homes and filling yards with hail."
That quote from the local news aptly sets the stage for today's gratitudes:
I'm grateful that when I checked the weather online last night, my only thought about what the lows would dictate regarding leaving the AC on--I saw warnings of a monster storm heading in. This coming on top of the numerous storms that already passed through on the weekend, my 'flood alert' in my head was triggered. Had a feeling about this one...
I'm grateful that I was able to drag myself out of bed around midnight, after it had been crashing and flashing for around an hour, and check my closet just as the water reached about a foot from my room's carpeting.
I'm grateful that the storm, tremendously scary on the radar though it was, had a sharp trailing edge. That edge passed over me some 15 minutes after I started bailing water with sponges. (Wasn't deep enough for the turkey baster *grins*)
I'm grateful that I only had to bail about a gallon of water, and got back to bed before 1 am.
I'm very grateful that I didn't get hail (sizable at any rate) in my area, or my car would look like a squished pop can around now, not to mention my garden! (The photo of a plate full of hailstones looking like jumbo white meatballs just makes my skin crawl.) I didn't lose my power either, unlike 27,000 other less-fortunate folks (some of which already had power out on the weekend).
And I'm extremely grateful that amid all the stories of trees falling on roofs and gas station shelters blowing over and other buildings blowing over, and power out all over and people getting stranded on roller-coasters when the power went out and cars caught in water--NO REPORTS OF DEATHS OR INJURY! Thank you God!
It was so wet and humid this morning for my walk to the bus stop that the sun was just a rusty-orange ball, near-dull as the moon, seen through that haze. Beautiful!
My poor area, between the bridge collapse and these storms, is certainly having quite the August. There were trees down in the State Fair area--so I'm glad the Fair hadn't started when this happened! That could have been very bad.
I'm sure you're not, even if flooding had to come and find you anyway.
Me too! I hope the Lysol works for your wet-carpet smell. Did you know they're saying highs in the upper 60's for this weekend?
Even if I hadn't gotten up, it wouldn't have been too bad. But I'm glad I caught it. Once a year is quite enough!
I prefer sunsets too, but I'll take what I can get! Where I live, I have a crappy view westward anyway...but I'll let those trees stand. ;)