My dad called last night, and I answered, “Hello, natural disaster central. How may I help you?”
We had a nasty thunderstorm yesterday and lost power for about five hours.
Big deal: it meant dinner cooked on the grill, a beautiful rainbow (and good reminder that all is well) followed by a candlelit dinner. On the other hand, after hurricane Isabel, we were trapped on our street for a couple of days by downed trees, and lost power for over a week. Things felt difficult, and goodness, we only had two children at the time.
Dear Irene, please go easy on us.
All of you in her path will be in my prayers.
We’ll be joining you in getting ready to hunker down for the storm.
If you don’t hear from me next week, just know that our street is always the last priority when the power goes out.
We prepare for the worst, but hope for the best, right?