When I was a kid and the power went out, my daddy used to tease us that we would have to watch tv by candlelight. Now it’s worse than that: we keep up with all things around the globe on our devices, rooting for Georgia Power to restore our juice before we batteries run dry.
Our little town got slammed by a storm this afternoon. Trees lost limbs. Some were uprooted. Water was standing in our road.
I missed most of it since I was at work but had a few nervous minutes as I wasn’t sure which roads would let me get home. When I got here, Larry was hard at work tending to a planter of flowers that was picked up by the wind, turned upside down, dumped out and thrown back down. Another planter, holding only two balls Larry had found in his trash pick ups, is gone entirely. We found the balls at various spots around the yard.
We are so fortunate. Despite it being a little warm in the house and me missing out on the fifth and final night of the 500 Questions show I’ve become addicted to, we are okay. Makes me thankful for those guys and gals working hard to get the power back on and the roads cleared and safe.
If you need me, I’ll be working on some editing on my laptop and thanking God for safety in the storm.