We are battening down the hatches for another round of severe thunderstorms. We missed the worst ones this morning, but in the central part of the state no less than THREE house fires started by lightning!
That really scares me--and there's little if anything you can do to prevent it from happening.
So I've been up since 4:30 and haven't got a THING done, unless you count frying some eggs and throwing some tater tots in the oven. Oh, and tossing a salad. Other than that, I've showered, dressed, and sat at the computer. Oh, wait, I did drive over to the post office between storms. My sweet husband offered to go with me and do the actually mail-getting so I wouldn't have to climb in and out of the car. (He doesn't drive)
I'm in the process of sorting through my books--I guess I could call it a "collection", but that would be generous. It's just tons of books. I don't want to part with ANY of them, especially some them belong to departed family members, but I've always got it in the back of my mind that I might have to move in a hurry sometime, or not be able to do the sorting myself.
My compromise is that some that I want to keep but am not married to, I'm putting in boxes and labeling them. I'm guessing I have more than 100 shelf-feet of books, counting the ones down cellar. And that's not counting my hymnals and music books. My son's inheritance.
My husband was just enjoying a pair of cedar waxwings in the bush in front of the house. We don't usually get to see them up close and personal, so to speak. No baby ducks or geese today. The river is so roiled from the storms that it's the color of milk chocolate. (It's always about chocolate)