You might need to pop some corn. Go ahead. I’ll wait ’til you get back.
K. Now. I heard a little rumble in the distance late yesterday afternoon, see, so I high-tailed it to the top of the stairs leading down to the peeps’ offices. In the basement. Since I once fell down the steps, one peep came up to carry me down.
So there I was all nice and snuggly under Her desk. He was all into his white noise (Father Knows Best – yeah, the OLD television show) and She was all into “Oceans” (from Coldplay’s new release.) Since when is Father Knows Best considered white noise? Geez.
Anyroo, it started calmly enough. A little rain.
Then, all hell broke loose. He started yelling. The electricity went out. He yelled louder. The thunder boomed. I hopped out of my snoozy bucket and hunkered down next to Her feet. The thunder stopped. The rain came down in buckets. So did the ice-cube-sized hail. Buckets of hail. Blowing all over the place.
She picked me up and took me upstairs to look out the front door. There We were. The three stooges. Watching the hail wreck the flowers and plants. Watching the wind whip through the trees. And, through it all, the sun was shining.
Weee doggies. I couldn’t believe it.
Later We learned a tornado touched down about six miles away.
And We found this around the corner from Our house:
So, here’s the take-away from this little story: Yeah, We lost lots of pretty flowers. And a new gazing ball was broken into a million pieces. And a tornado touched down. And Our electricity was off until daybreak this morning.
But We lived. And We weren’t hurt.
Around the world there are too many bad things that happen. People lose their lives. Pooches get separated from those they love. And worse. Houses burn down. Wild fires, droughts and floods take lives.
But We weren’t hurt.
I’m gonna ponder that over this holiday weekend. As my 8th Gotcha Day approaches.
I’ve got a lot to be thankful for. Including you.
Thank you Mother Nature, for reminding all of us how strong you are.