This was the north corner of my front yard at approx. 8:05 am, before I was told that “taking pictures ain’t cool.”
Jeeze. I’m not going to sue you guys! So I went up to my work room and took this follow-up pic:
So yes, they are digging AGAIN into the cables and such that make this blog possible. Actually, this time it was gas lines, and they hit a geyser, and “gas leak” became the word of the day. I’m sorry that I didn’t get pix of the fire engines (two) and the police are (three) that blocked off our street after we were told to just “keep the windows closed”, but I had other things than this blog post on my mind (sorry). But after gathering the cats into the house, and setting out multiple cat boxes and huge bowls of kitty chow and shutting all the windows, we thought, What the hell. . . let’s go to Atlantic City!
So we checked into the Borgata:
And we got a room on the 37th floor, with a view of the coming storm:
And then, at 4 o’clock in the afternoon, it hit:
And then, came the rainbow:
(If you look real hard on the right side of that pic (above), you’ll see it.)
So here I am, in a hotel room in Atlantic City, with a heart full of gratitude to YOU, the most wonderful Dear Readers that ever was. . .
. . . and this will have to be a Saturday (Sunday for you, you darling antipodeans, Friday for you dears on the three-hour delay on the Pacific Coast).
Oh, we have so much to talk about, such as: Why isn’t Deborah Hatt writing this blog instead of me?, and: How much do I love thee, all you amazing Commentors, without whom I would be but a sad, sad girl in search of a nonexistent tiger to kiss.
XXOO, and a bientôt.