Yesterday the weathertainers were sounding the alarm for another significant "weather event." According to them there was a snow storm of epic proportions bearing down on the area where I live. The call was for around two to four inches of the fat fluffy flakes. I wasn't too worried, just the other day I was out in the bright sunshine working around the yard. In fact I called it, I said spring is officially here.
Little did I know that my statement seems to have offended some deity or other.
Yesterday as the weathertainers chirped their same tired old dire warnings about the snow I looked outside. Sure enough it was snowing. I made a few cracks about the weathertainers to my beloved wife and we had a good chuckle.
|Looking out I saw the snow but I had no fear|
Around five this morning I woke up feeling a need to visit the little boy's room. The house was still and dark while the wind howled outside. It took a few seconds for my thick tired brain to wrap my head that it was too dark and quiet. Normally there is some light thrown off from a hallway LED night light. Yes I have a night light, OK. I'm at the point in life where I would rather take a bit of ribbing about using a hall nightlight then breaking something like my neck in the dark.
|A little bit of white... meh...|
I visited the little boy's room and when I was done I didn't flush. For those readers who are lucky enough to have town water a power outage is no big deal. As for us country folk no power means no water. I figured on dragging out the emergency water later when I got up would be the best option seeing how I didn't want to disturb my wife.
|Sooner or later this will melt.|
|So who is laughing now?|
As luck would have it my world returned to the twenty first century just before I got up at eight when the power came back on. After going through the bathroom ritual I went downstairs and opened the back door for a look outside, everything was white. I guess that with enough guessing even the weathertainers can hit a bulls-eye once and a while. As I was closing the back door, I swear I could almost make out soft laughter in the wind. Who said God doesn't have a sense of humor?