Heavy winds have dominated our lives since Tuesday night, and caused an interruption to this Journal...
Last night as I was feverishly writing my reviews of "Midnight in Paris" and the Windy City Gay Men's Chorus Pride Concert, all of the power went out.
We were not the only ones to lose electricity in our home: ours was one of about 300,000 to be left in the dark.
Early in the evening, heavy dark clouds hung on the horizon over the high school football fields. Lightning stabbed the darkness and the air hung as hot, heavy and humid as a jungle.
Then the wind began to blow.....
We lost out lights, Internet, TV, refrigerator, radio, stove, everything but our hot water and our phone. We had one lantern flashlight. The clothes I had just taken from the washer and put in the dryer, were now simply wet and immobile in the dryer. Much of our food in the refrigerator would go to waste, so we donated it to my parents, in exchange for the use of their clothes dryer.
It seemed like the whole world just stopped, without our electricity, save for the horrifying winds pummeling the front of the house, bending the nearby enormous pine trees to their breaking points.....
I felt a kinship with our ancestors, who had nothing but fire as the darkness surrounded them. They began to tell made-up stories, so as not to be consumed by the fear of darkness, or driven insane with inactivity.
This morning we listened to the radio in the car as we drove through town at 6am to get coffee. Storms downed trees all over the suburbs. Wind gusts measuring 80MPH were measured.
We could not even believe what we saw driving down our neighborhood streets. I have never seen so many broken branches, limbs and trunks. It was unsettling seeing our neighbors, stunned as they tried to drag heavy branches to the parkway where the Village workers could remove them, or attempt to axe or saw big logs, some of which had damaged the gutters, roofs, and windows of their houses.
It is especially sad, these large magnificent trees stripped of their branches and their dignity, some completely damaged, others looking wounded, waiting for their jagged and torn parts to be cleanly cut.
Mt. Prospect is a "Tree City USA". You can tell from the photos what the town has lost. Mark got some pictures of the storm-ravaged neighborhood, all within a 6-block radius surrounding our home...Check them out below...
It was disclosed by the National weather Service later this evening that Mt. Prospect was hit by a small tornado, of a 5-minute duration, traveling a path about 200 yards wide over two miles.
We heard from the Mayor of Mt. Prospect say on the car radio that due to the unusually heavy damage, power may be out until Friday morning, or even Saturday in some areas.
Our house--our whole street--was spared the heavy damage. Ironically, with the field across from us, we had less to barricade us from the wind. Apparently, the tornado or microburst was well behind us...but not far enough to prevent the power outage.
Tonight I am writing from a hotel room in Evanston... Tomorrow, after work, I will look for a comfortable place with wi-fi, and post my long-overdue reviews....
