Although it started out like this at 7 AM
(from my cell phone, as I was taking Abby home)...
...within about ten minutes it had completely clouded over and we had a gray day, all day (below).
It rained off and on during the day, settling the snow a bit, and the winds picked up and became quite wild. Mr. C. was out of town, and Alert Dog, although she's a wonderful, loving and snuggly companion, wasn't designed for security. She always alerts me to anyone coming onto our property, but she is, after all, your typical party animal, inviting anyone to come in and be her new friend.
(not exactly)
After dinner, I had turned on the TV to watch an old George Gently and fell asleep on the sofa. Don't ask me how I can fall asleep during a George Gently, because it's my favorite. Maybe it's because I'd already seen that particular episode at least three times.
Uh-oh. Vigilance is turning to Drowsiness.
She's fading fast.
She's fading fast.
Fortunately, I had been awake about a minute before the following occurred:
All of a sudden, there was an ***EXPLOSION*** that shook the house. No, really, it did. My brave Alert Dog came quickly trotting into the living room to leap up onto the sofa beside me. I lay perfectly still for a minute, imagining at first that someone had kicked in the basement door. Then I thought maybe a shotgun (or a cannon?) had been fired. Or maybe something Mr. C. had stored in the basement (like paint?) exploded. At last my more reasonable self kicked in and I thought, 'Ah, I wonder if a branch on that old maple tree broke off in the wind and fell onto the deck.'
Sure enough. I looked outdoors at the tree in the dark, and there lay the branch, in several pieces on the deck. Even with a flashlight, I could not see whether or not it had hit the roof (that would not have been a good thing), but at least I had found the source of the huge explosion.
we should have known that
it was only a matter of time.
After examining the fallen branch, Alert Dog and I returned to the relative safety of our living room and waited for Mr. C. to arrive home. There's a lot more of that tree to fall down during the spring. We had it trimmed a few years ago, but the branch we were most worried about falling on our house was unable to be reached by the trimming guy. So I don't know what happens now. We had a new roof put on the house last summer, and I hope the tree doesn't fall on it.
I'm so thankful that the branch (which wasn't a giant redwood or anything, but still was about 11 inches in diameter) didn't fall into the leaded glass window, which it surely could have done.
Why do dark and stormy nights always seem scarier when Mr. C. is away.
Do you like staying alone at night way out in the middle of nowhere?
When it's dark and stormy?
And windy?
And stormy?
And dark?
And the power goes out?
Do you like staying alone at night way out in the middle of nowhere?
When it's dark and stormy?
And windy?
And stormy?
And dark?
Fence on D
Barn on D
Do you have a favorite HOME ALONE story? Dredging my memory bank, I can think of a few from my childhood too, but will save those for another time. How about you?
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