Last night we had a tornado threat. Co-op let out early in an attempt to get people home before the storms hit us. It hit in many places fairly close by, and people very close had damage from wind with trees falling. We spent a chunk of time in the basement without electricity, but that was all. The basement flooded, as it’s prone to do in the storms, but without power the sump pump sat quiet and Ruby ended up on a stranded island on the wrong side of the basement before too long. Pierce stretched out on a board spread between a concrete wall and a water tank and ended up suspended above a pool of water.
It really was quite funny. Both had to wade through a handful of inches of water and were no worse for wear. Neither were thrilled with the temp of the water on their bare feet. I sat on my perch on the stairs and laughed.
Stellan just wanted to finish the show we’d just started. Explaining to a three year old that his world is not the same without electricity is complicated. He finally decided with triumph that the Kindle would work without electricity. He’s rarely allowed to touch it – it’s for school research – but still he knows this. I’m not sure if I should be impressed or disturbed.
The electricity came back on shortly before 11pm. We were all asleep. No one woke up except me. The television was blaring its weather reports at a ridiculous volume, all the lights were on, the printers were squawking and screeching ugly complaints at the abrupt loss of power, and I couldn’t find the television remote. I finally found it, took melatonin, and went back to bed. We lead such a strange life around here. No one else heard a thing.
Blaine spent a week away for work, having gotten home the day before. Perfect timing. Come and try not to die with us.