I never watch TV – well, I do watch the Big Bang Theory, but that’s it – so I was surprised last night when a friend at our knitting group told me we were in for a big storm. “Oh, yeah,” she said. “They are talking about flooding, with high winds and all that stuff.”
I hustled home, and The Squire and I moved our cars to the top of the hill, put floatables up on the picnic table or stashed them in the tractor cart. We had picked up some things to FreeCyle for a friend who is moving, and we lugged those items into the kitchen. Actually, we were kind of hoping for a big blow. This house is not salable, and if we ever want to move the only thing is to hope we can get insurance money if a tree falls on the house.
My anticonvulsant wasn’t working last night, so I had to get up and take a second pill. (Don’t let anybody tell you Restless Leg Syndrome is a “minor inconvenience! It rapidly goes from Restless Legs to Restless Arms, and all points in between.) By the time I finally got to bed, it was midnight and the stars were shining. If we got more than fifteen drops of rain, I’d be surprised.
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Prehaps the BoyScout oath is the motto for you all: Be prepared. I would think that it would be asking a lot of God since you already had a tree fall down it before. God is up there going, “What more do you want me to do?” Alyssa informs me that a tree did fall on a house here but it would not have done you much good…too small of a tree.
When Floyd dropped a tree on the house the insurance company offered to condemn the place and we refused. We probably should have taken them at their word!
Bazinga! Is it worth watching? I drifted off around season….5? Good luck with the (hopeful) insurance claim.
Big Bang – or, as our great-granddaughter calls it, Bing Bing – is very, very funny, and you could allow the kids to watch it without worrying. Sheldon is a hoot, but Amy is gradually turning him into a human being.