So I'm laying in bed, mentally preparing for the day.
As beloved granddaughter Paige says, "it's a beautiful sunshiny day".
Working through my mental list. It's dry and I can hear the grass grow. Why not start by cutting the grass. Sounds like a plan.
So I spend an hour catching up on my friends and then mosey down to the barn, open it up. Seems unnaturally bright. The mind reels. Did I leave the light on again? No. Why is it so darn bright?
Then it hits.
Yon tree has tumbled through roof.
So then the litany begins. What's damaged? How's the Bentley? (first things first) Everything seems OK. Then I see the jeep. Suddenly, I'm wishing it was mine, so I wouldn't have to call the owner.
Owners are not as understanding when your cars are ok.
12 hours ago