DISPATCH FROM THE WILDS

Country Living Ain’t For The Weak

Or the nervous.

R.I.P Giant Tree

When my phone started screaming a little after midnight last night, I had a small coronary and then fell out of bed.

I was still awake, of course. But I had big hopes about actually getting some sleep, since the night before had seen a parade of thunder storms roll through like a Panzer division. They came down over Lake Erie, which is weird and doesn’t bode well.

That’s when my tree took its first hit and dropped a giant limb into my backyard. It missed the house, so there’s that.

When the weather alert went off, I put on some pants (safety first) and stuck my head out the door. Yep, the sirens in Westfield Center were going off.

That can’t be good.

I turned on the TV and found a weather person (these people never sleep) saying with something very close to glee that EVERYONE IN THE VILLAGE OF WESTFIELD SHOULD SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY.

Now, there was no wind. A little rain, some lightning. That’s it.

But this country girl wasn’t born yesterday and I was raised by a woman who spent much of my childhood shooing me into the basement because a twister was coming.