What did Ringo do?

So we had an enormous storm last night. A storm so big it was one for the record books.

While the rain pounded down outside, we were curled up in front of the tv for a little Monday Night Football.

BAM!!!

At about 10 pm the we were jolted out of our seats by an enormous crash from the back of the house. The floors shook. The sound thudded in my chest. The rush of adrenaline hit me and thought "Earthquake!" (Hey, 30 years+ in LA will do that to a girl.)

I looked at Mr. A. He looked at me. And we both thought it. What in god's name could Ringo have just done? Did he knock over the fridge for Christ's sake?

In the kitchen everything was fine. I told J to check the back sun porch (half expecting that the thing had fallen off the house.) He swung the door open and everything looked fine... until...

a flash of lightening hit.

HOLY SHIT.

In brief glimpse of lightning we could see it: the beautiful old giant tree from next door -- flatly laid across our yard. Squashing everything in its wake.

A few minutes later we lost power.

Later we came to realize it took out a little chunk of our roof. And the patio furniture. And our grill.

In a situation like that there's only one thing you can do -- crack open a bottle of wine. Or two.

Truth be told that grill sorta sucked anyway.



More photos of the scene on Flickr.