Today we will get to see the sky, which is a welcome change.
We (northern piedmont) were spared the worst of the rain. Got maybe 10 inches or so, and not a lot of wind. There are a few downed trees. The folks down east got the worst of it. As of yesterday Wilmington still had no road access. Airlifts the only way in our out. People running out of food, etc. It’s a mess.
I’ve been through a bunch of hurricanes. This one was the worst because of its duration. Usually they move so fast that the brunt of the storm lasts just 6 to 10 hours. This one lasted 5 days. It was truly the proverbial Chinese water torture.
That said, there is always a silver lining. I passed the dark and dreary days whittling out a new bow. I spent the last several months reviewing more than a decades worth of bow making notes. Making notes about my notes. Mulling over what has worked and what hasn’t. Being alarmed at what I have forgotten. That’s the point of notes, right? To help us remember. But still, I wonder… am I loosing it? Somehow, through the fog of time, I suss out where I have gone astray. Not once, but often. I resolve to gather up all these bits of good bow making, and discard all the bad bits. Between the thunder claps and tree bending gusts of wind a bow takes shape. As the lights flicker on and off and the radio warns of worse to come, I pull the bow. It is ready.
The bow and I made a pretty good showing at our Tuesday night archery club. Not the best I’ve ever shot, but pretty fair. I think this bow and I will be together for a good long time. I will name her Florence.
The kids are back at State. That was the hardest part for me, watching them head back to school after our extended hurricane visit.
