Aside from the horrendous boom and orange-yellow flash, five
picture frames on that side of the room flew off the wall and others
were set askew. A lot of bark was blown off the tree and the
undersides of the palm branches look burned. Spotlights and other
outdoor electric are fried as well as the garage overhead door. We were lucky,
I know, because nothing electrical indoors was harmed. The electrician will be here tomorrow - ugh $$$.
Anyway, since James is convinced his
heart stopped from fright and our neighbor claims his hearing aids
tingled all around his head and neck, I thought perhaps the strike
might have bestowed on me a superpower or two. Already I've ruled
out xray vision and mind-reading; likewise levitation and
invisibility. I am holding out for time travel, though. I have
questions for the ancestors.
So, yeah, I'm back to blogs. No excuses. I just feel like writing again. The Vermonters were just here for a visit so I have loads of new photos to sift through and post. Back soon. --cds
