Tracy S. Morris

Quirky Mysteries, Screwball Fantasy and Sassy History

Checking in: we’re okay

Written By: Tracy - Apr• 10•08

There were some awful stoms last night in Fort Smith.  We had more hail than I’ve seen in a long time.  The good news is that we seemed to weather it okay.  My husband got home from work just ahead of the storms, and we got his car in the garage before the hail hit.  Then it was like the sky opened up.  

You know the sound that a marble makes when you drop it in a can?  Imagine that times several hundred, and that’s what we heard hitting our roof last night.  I started to watch it out the patio door.  Then I thought better of it.  After all falling ice+glass door=no good can come of this. 

Fortunately, the weather was kind to us, and there is no broken glass, no power lines, and no trees down this time around (two years ago, a bad storm took out the old oak tree in our front yard).  

There dosen’t even seem to be major damage to my car.  Maybe a few nickel-sized dents,  But I won’t be able to tell for certain until I get it dry, and a lot of the neighbor’s leaves off of it.

But Essie, Queen of all she Surveyes (as I call our dog) was spastic.  She hates lightining.  This is an animal that can barely tolerate being played with on the best of times.  She’ll let you pet her, or scritch her ears, but if roughhousing is involved, or she thinks we might want to brush her, she runs and hides.  But the second she hears a crack of lighting, she wants to be held like a baby. 

And there was lightning all night long.  

So at 2:00 am, she was standing right by the bed, making those vocalizations that sound like a crying baby.  

wake up!  pick me up! hold me!  because it’s all about me! 

Needless to say, I’m kind of punchy from lack of sleep this morning.  

In other news, my latest review for Moonlight  is up here.  It’s for episode # 7.  

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