We had a
bitch heck of a storm last night. I got all mustered- (not to be confused with mustard) up to go out on the porch and enjoy my new-found appreciation for lightning. Turns out, this was not your run-of-the-mill thunderstorm. With the first big crack- that was followed by an earth-shaking crash close enough to make the hair on the back of my neck stand up- I turned on my heel, gathered up the cushions from the swing and high-tailed it back into the house. That surely set my LPT (lightning phobia therapy) back aboot 6 years. Shortly after that the sirens of firetrucks started and I was getting antsy. I later heard on the news that a tree had fallen on a house in a town not terribly far away. It rained so hard, too, that water came in the basement in places water has never come into our basement. So much for a relaxing start to my weekend. PD, unaffected of course, sat and watched a movie through it. I hadn’t wanted to go to bed and be upstairs alone, so I fell asleep on the couch. Hate doing that. But I woke up bright and early (and stiff ) this morning and enjoyed my coffee on the porch with the nice, clean, after-rain, morning air.
Today finds Poopy and I attempting to get the backyard back to the state it was in before the tree was cut down earlier in the week. I don’t mind loading logs into the tractor cart and the wheelbarrow. I don’t mind raking leaves and sticks into piles. I don’t even mind the blister on my thumb that already broke. I actually kind of like wearing my sexy red leather gardening gloves… but what do you do with mounds and mounds of sawdust that are soaked from the rain? I’m guessing the ShopVac might not do the trick. I dunno. I’ll run that by Poopy and probly get a look. He’s already scoffing at the pile of “kindling” that I’m guarding for when we have a fire. Although, I imagine when I go back out there after this break, it will be gone…
Ok, back to work.
Oh, by the way, I’ve decided to cancel my trip to the Vineyard this year. More on that later. I know… I’ll get over it. Probly.