Obviously this is the post-storm recovery item of chief importance in my town. Which is kind of remarkable, considering that THIS is the view of typhoon #18 as it made landfall directly above my peninsula:
See that faint white outline underneath all the angry sky? That is Japan. See the wee-tiny dot in the middle of the red-zone? That's me hiding out in my front entrance because it's the only spot without the potential for susploding glass flying everywhere. Fun times and great sound effects.
Actually there was a point of damage that matters a lot more to me than the little picture box I use maybe 4 hours a week at most - the shortcut from behind my apartment building to school that winds through a little forested hillside.This is what it used to look like ( ; _ ; )
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I would totally just climb over the trees and stuff rather than give up that little path. It looks lovely.
Glad you and your TV are ok.
<3
Time was when I would do that, too... in fact I still probably will. But when I made a move to do so the morning after the typhoon, I got to thinking about all those trees that had been tumbled about but NOT fallen down, just leaning precariously against their neighbors, waiting for a stray breeze or the hand of fate to come crashing onto my head.
Think I'll save the exploring until after the next windy day takes care of the majority of those.
I have a helmet. An actual, real helmet, not the one I made out of cardboard and masking tape.
I'll go in before you!
And away!
Ok, I just have to point out the word verification right at this moment is 'tards.'
Blogger is so un-PC.
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