That doesn't happen very often, since we are on the same power grid as the fire station a quarter mile away. But I am prepared if another storm winds it's way through our neighborhood this evening.
I swear, I feel so fortunate to live where I do. Hubby is in Utah this weekend, dealing with family issues and his step-mother's 80th birthday, and we felt that it was just too expensive for me to go along right now. I have no fear of thunderstorms. In fact, good or bad, I absolutely love them! However, I was not prepared tonight. He usually takes care of getting us set up in this situation. A quick run to the garage for flashlights and back-up batteries settled the issue. But the really wonderful thing was...our incredible neighbors, on both sides, called my cell phone to make sure I was okay. How sweet was that???
I haven't seen "my dog" in hours!
I know where to find her though. In her cave, under the bed. She HATES thunder. The mere hint of a grumbling, she's gone. Willy, on the other hand,
hears nothing...sees nothing...