I woke up Thursday morning – at 4:00 – to what I thought was an emergency vehicle parked somewhere near my house. I could see the flashing lights from both of my bedroom windows and was grateful they didn’t have their sirens going.
Then I realized it wasn’t an emergency vehicle at all. Nope. It was lightening. Constant lightening. I didn’t remember seeing anything about a storm and since that much cloud activity made me nervous, so I turned the computer on and, sure enough, we were in the middle of a severe thunderstorm warning. About that same time, the wind picked up and I went from nervous to scared in a split second.
Seems I wasn’t the only one quaking in my slippers. I headed over to Facebook and found a few more people who had been rudely awakened by the severity of the storm. My mother told me later that day that one of her neighbors, a non-religious neighbor, wished she believed in something because she thought it was the end of the world.
No, it wasn’t the end of the world – but about two minutes before the worst of it passed – the lights flickered and went out. And they stayed out. Not something I want to happen in the middle of summer.
Several hours later, several uncomfortably hot hours later, the power company recording finally had an estimate on when electric would be restored to my area. Nearly midnight … on Sunday.
That was more than forty-eight hours away – and it was going to be near ninety on Friday.
Long story short, they had it back on before 9:00 last night (Friday), thank God. I’m not sure what I’d have done if it had really been two more days. I’ve never been a summer lover because I don’t handle heat well – and this was no exception.
But what bothered me most was that I’d been making good progress on a couple of new stories. Stories stuck in my computer. You know – the one that won’t run without electricity.
But all is well now. My air conditioner is my BFF again, the washer and dryer are taking care of the week’s laundry, and I’m sitting at my keyboard and excited about getting back to work on the editing and adding a new scene here and there.
I’m also counting down the days until October 1st, which (for me) marks the end of scary summer storms and 90-degree heat indexes end.
It’s 85 days … in case you were wondering. 🙂
Photo credit: Pixabay. And no, we didn’t get a hurricane yesterday morning – but the wind took down a lot of trees and hit 90 mph in some places.
Speaking of storms, have you read Holding On To Yesterday yet? A fan of time-travel romance, I was excited to write my first story in this genre and this book has a life changing storm, along with a little magic.
One fork in the road of life, two choices. The future is irrevocably, tragically altered when the wrong path is chosen. But then a second chance presents itself. A brief, impossible window of opportunity sends you back to that crucial moment. The clock is ticking. Time is running out. Will you be able to save the day, or are events from the past forever set in stone? ***Affiliate link(s) below*** (Explanation in Terms of Service)
When the woman he loved more than life wanted to take their relationship to the next level, Kyle Ferguson’s fear of marriage sent her running away from him. It was only then he realized he’d do whatever he had to in order to be with her, but before he could tell her how sorry he was, how wrong he’d been, Maggie died in a tragic accident.
Now, with the third anniversary of her death looming, is it possible a drunken wish might change the events of the past? Might allow him to save her? Might give him a second chance to make her his wife? Or is it all just a delusion brought on by too much alcohol and too many lonely nights?
Find out if wishes really can come true in the Wishes in Time story, Holding On To Yesterday.