Sometimes the weather can be a good reminder of why life is so important. This past weekend was a good example.
The kids had spent Saturday cleaning up the camper and wanted to camp out in the back yard. So after fixing supper and getting them bedded down I headed off for a few hours while the wife went out and was going to just stay with them until they fell asleep. I came home and puttered around the house, finally calling it a night at 2 a.m.
Somewhere around 4 a.m. I awoke to a huge crash and seeing the lightning and rain got up to shut windows and doors to the house and check on the camper. Seeing a huge storm but the camper still in place I crawled back into bed and promptly went back to sleep.
In the morning I was greeted by my family awakening me and asking if I was O.K.? I said sure and then they pulled open the curtains to show me how close a brush with death I had come that night. Outside the bedroom window close enough to brush against the house lay a giant pine tree snapped over at its base which had been starting to rot for sometime. Another foot or two towards the house and I would have needed a body bag. In town a home weather station showed that there was a gust of 113 mph that night, certainly enough to bring down a tree of that size.
Of course, I have been using this to my full advantage, telling anyone who will listen how close I was to being killed and that I probably needed to take an afternoon just to lay on the couch and recover. And as one would suspect, they aren’t buying it for a minute…Time to fire up the chainsaw and get back to work.
See you next week, remember… we’re all in this together.