About a week and a half ago we got hit by a pretty massive thunderstorm, the likes of which I'm not sure I've ever seen here (Brasil, yes; here, no.) The gutter out the front window overflowed and combined with some crazy wind and started blowing upward (the picture hardly does it justice).
Then we started noticing out the back window that the hill behind us was forming a mini mudslide.
So we kept watching it, and down came the tree.
And then we noticed there were actually two slides.
We had fun watching the crazy people drive up to check it out for the next two days.
After it got cleaned up, what was left is this massive scar on the hillside.
During the storm, I was working to finish some prophet puppets for sharing time in primary the next day (can you guess which ones they are?), and got to finish the last one by candlelight since the power went out for two hours. I thought they turned out pretty good (though the kids made fun of my President Monson puppet; making hair for a balding man is hard!) G has told me I should make puppets of the twelve apostles now, but on further thought said they'd all look the same.
