...and the chimney, she went a'flying.

We had a hellacious windstorm last night. Worse, I think, than the storm we had in September because of Ike. That was one steady strong wind...sure, it took down a tree and I was without power for almost exactly a week, but a lot of things stayed up!

This time it was GUST......nothing....GUST GUST GUST GUST.....nothing.....GUST GUST GUST.....nothing and so on. I was finally drifting off to sleep as the house shook (I kid you not), and all of a sudden I hear CRAAAAAACCCCCCCK and then clonk clonk clonk clonk. Didn't take me long to figure out I was listening to the sounds of bricks rolling/sliding down my slate roof.

When I surveyed the damage this morning I found that about half the chimney appears to have crumbled down. The cap was about 50 feet away from the house and was embedded into the ground by a good 8-9 inches. Glad no one was standing in front of it--that sucker flew!