Came home from work and hunkered down. Flashlight? Check. Weather radio? Check...wait a minute...it's not working. Changed the batteries. Nothing. This is just great! What to do? Trust in the Lord with all thine might. Got to clean out one of those interior closets so that I will have a hidey-hole. Thunder rolled and shook the house around 2 a.m. Something about the geography I guess. 723, or any other residence in which I've lived, never shook, not even when I was on the top floor of the condo in B'burg. But...here? Right...here? The booms shake the house from foundation to rafter.
No rain this a.m. A good thing because mulch is to be delivered. Called to check. "Loading the truck right now." And then the heavens opened. Okay, no point in calling because this is an act of nature. And then the sun broke through around 10:30 a.m. Alrighty then. Surely they are on their way. N-O-T!

And then the heavens opened again, with the warnings that tornadoes could be on the way. Please, my heart can't take this. Pictures of the damage in Mississippi; tales of cars being blown off the highway. Let it pass me by, please. And it did. And I'm oh, so thankful.
So where is the mulch? Off to the local home improvement store to find out. OH--there was a mix-up? Several people called and canceled because of the rain? I can understand that but I didn't. Just kind of figured that I'd be worked in between the raindrops. Up the hill they come. SF had deemed that the other side of the barn/shed/garage would be perfect for them to unload the loose mulch. Sounded good; didn't work quite the way it was planned. See they sent it on a flatbed which could be raised to slide the mulch off. Half in--half out in the driveway. The lift was too high. Oh, well. Here's hoping that no one has noticed this huge mound of mulch and decided to help themselves. Too much work for the kid.
Have a blessed Son-day. Be safe.
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