Tuesday, July 12, 2011

What's a Lightning Bolt Among Friends?

At 1:30 Monday morning, a remarkable storm hit a small section of northwest Omaha bringing lightning, tremendous wind gusts, hail and a hard rain. The damage wasn't extensive -- a few tree limbs were downed, a few structures slightly damaged by the wind, and some 8400 homes had their electric power knocked out. But the storm missed most of the city completely. Our friends in south Omaha and Papillion, for instance, didn't get even a drop of rain.

But, alas, we live in that part of town that did get hit and which was left without electrical power. In our case, a lightning bolt exploded a transformer and we were without power for 22 hours.

That'll change your day.

In our case, it meant canceling Monday morning's blogging activity, showering in the dark to get ready for a "When Swing Was King" presentation, losing the groceries in the refrigerator and hanging out in the yard with neighbors because the house became just too hot and muggy to stay inside.

It also meant that the dinner party we had planned here at the house had to be moved to a restaurant. But that worked out okay too. The party was to express our thanks to 13 special friends who had visited my Mom in the nursing home and the hospital in those weeks prior to her death. Those friends had also ministered greatly to Claire and I in many ways. When it became clear that we wouldn't be able to use the house, we chose Summer Kitchen as a tribute to my Mom because that was her favorite place. We were given a terrific waitress and plenty of room in the back part of the restaurant where we could have a little privacy in order to reminisce a bit about my Mom. It was a very nice time.

Blogging today is also crowded out by other duties including personal correspondence, some overdue work on the upcoming "When Swing Was King" presentations and three (count 'em, three) meetings, one of them taking us out of town. So, until tomorrow.