Saturday morning at 4:35 we were in the middle of a dandy thunderstorm. No the picture is not mine. I wish I could take photo's like that.
It was raining hard, with plenty of flashing lights and noise when we heard a big snap in the house followed by light and a bang that brought us out of our groggy attempts at sleep. Francis Scott Key would have, at that point, written a famous song about the thunder and the light. We instead decided to start checking things that may have trouble with sudden increases in power. So we started with practically everything in our house. Ya know, even our bed plugs in. I'd hate to have to explain that fact to my Great, Great Grandparents. Yep my sleep number was still there. Computer? Yep it works. But the satellite feed for my Internet had trouble negotiating it's way thru the new path in my modem made by the lightning. Is there a reason the words ethereal and Ethernet cable sound alike?
The big screen still works. But not the satellite feed to it. (beginning to see a trend here folks?) So we grew weary of 'Searching for Signal' very quickly and decided to call Directv....but the phones were gone too. Good thing my cell phone didn't get hit. It was in my pocket.
It was beginning to look like Marilyn and I might have to talk to each other if this stuff didn't get fixed. But of course it was Saturday morning and repairmen all across America were waiting for my call. (sarcasm just in case you're new here)
Get this, the phone guy came out Sunday afternoon and fixed the barbecued junction box. He didn't offer to fix the fried phone however. (losing only one phone out of six isn't bad)
Directv didn't offer to send a repairman out on Saturday but I could get one on Sunday morning at 8:00. (Seventh Day Adventists I'd say)
I said I would be in Church and that Monday was fine. The Internet folks got here at 10:00 this morning and the TV folks at 10:30.
Saturday afternoon was Vernon Hovendicks funeral. He was Jim's Dad. It was a lovely service with a lot of nice things said about him. All deserved I might add. He was in church every Sunday from the time I started in the early 1950's. At one particular low point in my life when cancer and chemo had me down and out, he called me on a Sunday afternoon to inquire how I was and that he hadn't heard about my illness and that he would hang up and get Marge and they would pray for me right then. A turning point for sure. I figured when two like that pray for you, the prayers didn't have far to go. I already had the couple on a lofty step. Did it work? You haven't heard me mention cancer much have you?
Warning: I'm coming for a visit so bake a cake. Lemon, no sugar in the iced tea.