As we drove home from Taekwon-do yesterday night, the wind really picked up. Branches were blowing across the road. Occasionally, they blew right onto the roof of the van. At one point, a creek was flowing over the road. Passing a car who must have gone through too fast and flooded its engine, we put on our flashers and drove through the flood slowly. (Yes, we stopped to make sure the man was okay.) Our trashcan, and our neighbors’, had blown over. Leaving the containers on their sides, we tried to wedge the lids down to keep the trash from flying all over the place. Obviously, the power was out in the whole neighborhood.
We let the kitty in and checked on the dogs. The wind had blown the kennel door open–which happened later in the night, too–so Kevin roped it closed. The camper shell, which was above the narrow part of the dog run, had blown down, but neither of the dogs was hurt.
Boy, weren’t we glad we had a generator! No, not really, as we’d never tried it out and it didn’t have any oil in it. We adjusted our plans. Kevin built a fire in the fireplace. We roasted hotdogs for dinner, complimented by a delicious can of cold pork and beans. Since we were out of large marshmallows, we roasted the teeny, tiny kind. Yummy! And you can have lots!
Then we read our Bible story and a chapter of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, prayed, and bedded the kids down on the two couches in our room.
How nice to have the night off of all my regular duties, like laundry or dishes, or showers, etc… Until Kevin mentions that I can still write the 450 words I have left for my quota because of the laptop. Argh! So I wrote, by candlelight in bed, my family sleeping all around me, and it was wonderful…
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