Nature was still in a holding pattern yesterday. It's certainly not because I'm looking forward to slogging through mud and doodah in the rain, but it's been like waiting for the other shoe to drop this week. Should I go to the store now? Should I haul grain to the barn today? "It's coming. It's going to be a big one!," and then nothing. Well, the wait is over, at least the windy part. The first gusts slammed into the house like a freight train this morning about 3 a.m. No rain as yet, but the winds are sustained and I mean howling! Now my anxieties have turned to electricity. This kind of wind topples trees and takes out power lines. I'm in the throes of Christmas baking (another trip to the store yesterday for more supplies). The stove top is propane, but the ovens are electric. Loss of power would leave me dead in the water, as well as with no water. And, of course, there are the computer and cellphone to worry about. Honestly, if it's not one thing, it's another.
The wicks are trimmed and the oil lamps filled. Flashlights are at the ready. Plenty of bottled water has been stored. Laundry has been washed and dried and the dishwasher has been run. I'm about as ready to deal with what may come as I can be. Now it's a case of keeping fingers crossed, and wait and see again (and baking like a madwoman in the meantime).