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My Own Private Hurricane

The hurricanes down south have been pushing thunderstorms our way. The last storm ravaged my garden and I spent all day today cleaning it up and clearing out the plants that were damaged beyond repair.

Tonight at the grocery store there was a bit of telltale lightning. We were there late after dining with the family and I tried to get out before it started raining. As we left the store the downpour began. We waited in the entrance for the storm to abate. It didn’t.

I got E into the car. While shuttling the groceries from the cart on the curb into the trunk, on cue as if in a bad movie, the handles on all my bags broke. I was soaked, picking up groceries from a deep puddle and shoving them into the car.

I’m sure the electricity will go out soon, if the current thunder and lightning that shake the house are any indicator, and I’m worried about all the groceries still waiting in the trunk. I bought ice cream and other frozen goodies to make a foodie-certified cherry ice cream pie for the family tomorrow. Will they last? We’ll see.

Much of the garden may not survive this storm. Worrisome.

UPDATE: My big boy and bloody butcher tomatoes are on the fritz, knocked over again.


2 thoughts on My Own Private Hurricane

  1. While shuttling the groceries from the cart on the curb into the trunk, on cue as if in a bad movie, the handles on all my bags broke. I was soaked, picking up groceries from a deep puddle and shoving them into the car.

    that is one sad & bedraggled tale o’ woe. my sympathies. stupid shopping bags.

    so, how did the garden fare? & the pie?

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