Last night we were expecting the storm of the century. My sister wanted us to come to their home (1 hour away) and spend the night in their basement. We appreciated the invitation and Ron would have accepted if I wanted to go. I could not abandon my dog, my cats, my chickens. (Sis did invite Slim to join us and that was awfully nice.)
This morning it appears we had some rain last night. How foolish would we feel if we were waking up in my sister's basement?
My dad used to love to go to the opening service at the Annual Conference of the United Methodist Church each year and sing some song by Charles Wesley, "And Are We Yet Alive?" Needless to say, those words are running through my head this morning as a response, "We are yet alive".
My only regret is that I'm not at my sister's being pampered with a lovely breakfast in her beautiful kitchen looking out into their woods. Now that would have been a win/win situation -- safety and pampering. I need more forward thinking in my stubbornness.
We had similar warnings last month, and it came to naught. Not even a drop of rain, when they were predicting 2" and possible tornadoes.
ReplyDeleteGlad you weren't harmed.
I'm glad you're okay. You remind me of the hurricane season, which is right around the corner for us here in Miami. My parents always want us to stay w/ them during a storm, but like you, we get stubborn and think more about our zoo than just our lives.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that the storm didn't hit your area. If I see one more raindrop I'm going to scream.
ReplyDeleteOh wait, another severe thunderstorm warning. Eeeeeek!
I'm very glad you didn't get hit hard.
ReplyDeleteNext time, accept her offer and enjoy the breakfast.