Hurricane L.A.

Been kind of a nutty week around here. I left for a very quick, very short trip and came back just in time to escape the windpocalypse 2011, or whatever people want to call the rainless hurricane event that made it seem like a large bomb went off in Los Angeles. As soon as I arrived at my softball game on Wednesday I realized we had a problem.

(1) My car was shaking violently in the parking lot due to winds that did not exist before I left my house. My car felt like it was going to blow away like the plastic garbage in American Beauty.

(2) The wind was so strong that it picked up all of the dirt on the field and threw it into the sky. Sirens were wailing all around us and streetlights were out everywhere. Little did we know that the winds were up to 80mph. That's basically a hurricane, right?



Some of my friends are still without power, but I live in a bomb-proof abode that's survived many earthquakes, thank goodness.

When I went running today I saw that a man was trying to cut a very large fallen tree down from a power line using a handsaw while mumbling something about his cable TV being out. Good luck with that, Sir.