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 The storm left debris.

Our little tree!

Not only downed branches, but an enswamped site, and much of our stuff blown around.  The lid blew off our food bin, and our victuals were floating around in there like it was a pantry swimming pool.

I hauled Aaron through the gunk to the bathroom.  On the way back, disaster struck.

That's a wheelchair track

Aaron gets into the tent by lifting his front wheels a little - his pop-a-wheelie maneuver - and brute force rolling in over the raised threshold.  This morning, while I turned in the sun porch to zip the outside door, he popped a little too wheelie and fell backwards, sliding down my back inexorably for the wet, muddy ground.  I think the slushy mud impacted his maneuver in a way he wasn't expecting.

So Joey and I helped him out of the tipped chair, got his chair upright and just inside the tent, and helped him into the chair again.

I washed the chair and Aaron up, got him clean dry clothes, and ordered my heart to calm the frick down.

"I'm not putting that in the blog," I told an old friend, and here I am putting that in the blog.

The ground in front of the tent is liquified.  I am going to tear out the tarp, I think.

Once the cats are done swimming in their new pool.

I called the social workers to update them and mobilize them to help with the looming potential deposit.  Mostly filled out paperwork and swore at the PDF editor on my kindle.  I used to love it, but it no longer works in any functional manner and I need it for digital paperwork.

Later I sent money for the application fees and ordered a few groceries - eating as much cereal as we have been used up all of our non perishable milk.

I walked down to the general store to await the groceries, sitting in one of the Adirondack rockers on the porch.  A man pulls up in a truck and says, with a huge grin, "I'm looking for a store?"

"This is the general store."

"Ok, my instructions say 'I'll meet you at the general store, I'll be the dork with the wagon'?"

"I am that dork, and this is my wagon," I said, and he laughed.  "I'm glad I came down here in full dork mode so you could find me, I forgot I wrote that in the instructions!"

So we loaded the wagon up and I headed back uphill to the tent.

On the one hand, I'm ready for a break in the storms.  On the other hand, our other weather is just crushing heat.

Maybe another storm wouldn't be so bad.