The Night The Lights Went Out In Milford
I was up all night watching the lightning, rain, and wind. Our power went out about 2 a.m. I prayed that our oak tree would withstand the winds and not come through the house. I prayed that the water on the patio would find its way to the drain and successfully drain into the front yard. I prayed that The Happy Church wouldn't get flooded again. I did lots of talking to God. Breakfast coffee by flashlight. Brought to you by a Starbucks gift card. Thank you, Pappy. I held my breath when I let the dogs out. I was expecting the worst. Not even the littlese twig down. Lots of water and the cable for the patio lights split apart, so they hang low enough for the kids to touch them. Once all its weather silliness stops, I'll need to ask a Wammyville dad for help figuring out how to attach more wire. Two chairs were blown over. Breakfast with the Zimmerman's at our favorite bagel place, Everything Bagel in Eastgate. In between the wind and raindrops, I ...
