Yesterday was just a typical day in my little Ozark life. Come take a tour and enjoy the ride.
I worked in the morning after my husband left to dig post holes at 7:00am. Then I went into the historic downtown to talk to a board member about a project and deliver two dozen free range eggs from our little flock. We lamented the various politics, egos, and roadblocks to our project - I kept the positive beat as she looked beaten to a pulp by it all. Eggs delivered and a new plan hatched I headed home.
Husband was home - it was too hot to keep going on in the field.
I went back to work until my power went out. No reason, just the end of the internet, computer, air conditioning and all those modern comforts that we get so used to. Called the electric company who said that they heard someone else calling on the other line (it is a small office and you talk to real people if you call before 4:30pm).
Called a friend to ask if she had power and she did. Another friend called and invited us to swim in her pool - an offer we couldn't refuse. So, we loaded up the dog, picked up burritos at our favorite little Mexican restaurant, grabbed some 7up and we were off.
Then it began to pour. Then lightening. Then wind.
When we pulled up to the pool we saw the hood smoking on the car and coolant flowing out like a river under the car.
So, we sat under the cabana and ate burritos and pretended we were on a tropical vacation. And he said, "if there is going to be a disaster I want to be in it with you." Ahhhh, romance under the Ozark sky.
Epilogue: after three hours the tow truck driver found us, we got a ride with a friend, rounded up the chickens when we got home, and the power was back on.
