Living on Nova Scotia's South Shore just outside of Halifax, we got pounded by the remains of Hurricane Noel Saturday night. Naomi was quite thrilled to try out all the flashlights, especially her roaring dinosaur one. The three of us snuggled down for the night together in the big bed, as the power inevitably cut out. Michael and I tossed and turned like the waves crashing across the road from us while Naomi slept like an oblivious angel. Even one of our three cats (usually banned from the bedroom) made it into the bed, adding to the warmth.
After the storm passed Michael mentioned that our sump-pump had blown up some time ago, leaving our basement hopelessly flooded and the furnace making an odd, whining noise.
Basement bailed out with borrowed pump, we set off for the beach to survey the damage.
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