|When the heat is on|
|Monday, July 09, 2012 10:31 AM|
It’s so good to have things getting back to some semblance of normalcy. Sorry to those still without power.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget driving home Friday afternoon during the storm and seeing the tree on my neighbors house. WOW! It was surreal — like something out of a disaster movie.
I pulled in the drive, hopped out, grabbed the garbage can and drug it around the house and fumbled for my keys. I glanced in the yard and there was a large tree branch on the picnic table that had taken out my begonias. Drat.
Then another gust of wind came along and just that fast, an entire tree was down in the canal. “Auntie Em!”
Driving around Friday evening it was hard to decide which way to look first. Trees and limbs and debris were everywhere.
The next three days would nearly break me. It was so hot in the house with no relief in sight. My husband found a battery-powered camp fan on Saturday and we rejoiced. By Sunday, I would have walked over nails, hot coals and broken glass for another one.
I imagined our shriveled carcasses resembling those apple people you can buy in country stores — with a little shriveled apple dog.
On Monday, a crew of four put out two newspapers. Don’t ask how it was done. You wouldn’t believe it.
Tuesday came cloaked in the same misery as Monday. But it was the day before the Fourth of July and stuff would be going on at the park and people had worked hard to offer a good time. Tell me, when does misery not love company?
The deadline of 9 p.m. passed with no change in our situation and off we went to find more batteries for the fan and give little Ringo some respite from the heat. We returned back home to a dark, hot house, little ice in the coolers and little hope.
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