I’m blogging on my iPhone right now. I feel like I’m scribbling down a few words on the back of a matchbook and shoving in a bottle.
Sunday’s freak storm piled heavy snow on trees that still had full heads of green leaves. Crack and snap. I cursed myself for not getting around to calling a tree doctor to inspect that mighty oak tree that leans over our family room. Every plop of snow of the roof made me jump. I left my husband alone in the family room and wished him luck.
We lost phone and Internet service, but we were lucky enough to keep our power. In fact, we are the last house on the block to keep power. All the homes to the left of us are in pitch darkness. For miles and miles. We’re on the edge of darkness. At night, youcan hear the hum of hundreds of generators.
I’ll try to throw up a couple of quickie posts today.