I’m sitting here clicking my heels together and repeating “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home”, but it doesn’t seem to be working. It’s still a monsoon outside.
We are having a crazy storm here and it’s been raining and super windy all day. There are tons of branches down in the backyard and we have at least two windows leaking in the house. A few minutes ago I heard a really loud crash and then some banging. I checked all over and couldn’t find anything. We have a screened porch off the living room and I went out there to turn on the backyard lights, thinking that maybe a tree limb had fallen. Much to my surprise, instead of a tree limb, I discovered that the back porch no longer had a roof!!!! That’s right…the roof is now just a bunch of aluminum slats sitting on the back lawn and the back porch is now much more airy!
I’m totally freaking out because J is not home. No, my darling boyfriend is a volunteer firefighter and he decided that it was much more important for him to go off and help other people tonight than to stay here with me and the girls. Now, normally, this type of selfless behavior makes me very proud of him, but on nights like this, when I feel like I’m about to get whisked off to Oz, I’d really prefer him to be home with me.
J actually just called and we are on the phone right now. He can’t even find a road to take that doesn’t have a tree blocking it. This weather is a nightmare…every weekend we either have torrential downpours, two feet of snow or 40 mile per hour winds. It’s crazy. I want to move somewhere with no weather.