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Friday, June 27, 2008

Slept Like a Colicky Baby

Last night was gorgeous. I made up my list and felt weight lifted when I could see everything down on paper, and a descent time line created. My husband welded a tractor piece for our Good Neighbor, and the neighbor across the way came over to cook us some good ole Cajun campfire cuisine.

It was around 1030 pm. My youngest was asleep, and the older two deciding that it was summer that they should get to stay up. I didn't have a problem with that as long as they can get up to do morning chores. My husband was out in the garage working on a motorcycle and the neighbor from across the way was burning up one of my stainless steel stew pots on an open flame. I was checking the local news, more importantly the weather. After what seems like months of rain every night, we hadn't had a drop in four days. I had the sprinkler going in the garden, and according to the news, it was going to be another humid, dry night.

WHUMP

The house moved.

WHUMP

Things fell off the walls. Lights flickered then went out. My two boys hollering through the house. "what's going on?" and the youngest of the two, "black out!" I told the oldest to get the flashlight, and I walked around lighting candles. Our weather radio ceased to work, and I took the flashlight out to see what my husband and my neighbor from across the way was doing.

I found the in the garage, my husband working on the motorcycle by flashlight, the neighbor watching. What happened, I asked. "A transformer must have blown somewhere." My husband informed me. "Did you feel that wind? " The neighbor asked. I headed out to the car to turn on the radio. Lightening was filling the sky. No one was talking about what had just happened, and no one was talking about the storm I could clearly see was heading our way.

After a bit, my husband decided to head off to bed, the neighbor wondered home, and I stayed up watching the children draw by candle light. Soon those two went off to bed, and around 1 am the lights flickered back on. I quickly turned it to the local channel. The storm had yet to arrive. The weather man was slightly energetic, we get us to seeing them like that when really good action type storms emerged. Nothing was said about the wind that had moved my home, but this storm had taken a sharp turn and was heading right toward us. He was excited, reports of electrical lines falling across two separate and major highways. 60+mph winds, and hail was coming for us. I watched and waited for another hour. The rain began to fall and then,

WHUMP

the house moved.

WHUMP

more things fell. Then the lights flickered and were out. The house continued to move in the wind. Visions of the neighbors cars landing on my house filled my head, good thing I am insured for such things. Lightening was constant, thunder shook the ground and hurt your ears.

WHUMP
the house moved.

WHUMP

more things fell.

I finally gave up and went to sleep. Power has been back on for only 2 1/2 hours at this posting. My husband late for work. Neighbors trash that was to be picked up today covers my yard, and the cattle wait for me in the goat pen. Today is a gorgeous day. Everything is green and the air is moist and cool.

And today I take a rode trip with my mother. Fellow blogger Whirled, is opening a fiber shop 2 hours north of me. We are going up. It should be a grand day.

3 comments:

Robbyn said...

What? No WHUMPS on the weather channel?? do you know what the whumps were? If you happen to see a little dog named Toto, or any witches shoes sticking out from under your house, be sure to take pics for the blog :)

You guys stay safe!!

Howling Hill said...

I like the idea of living in open space like Kansas seems to be but then I think there's no protection from storms and that scares me.

One way to keep from ruining your pans on an open fire is to smear dish soap on the outside of the pan. The pan will still char some but most of it will wipe off as you clean the pan in some water.

The Fool said...

Whumps in the winds, eh? There's a regular sea breeze where I'm heading to, but they're not anything like the winds you have whisking about you. Sounds like the rest of the locals have just habituated to the elements, and don't recognize the usual. You sensitive writers. Nicely done, Phelan.

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