Last night as the lightning blazed against the dark sky, BG and I went outside to sit on the front step to feel and smell the storm. We kept our eyes on the foothills so we wouldn't miss the beautiful light show. Too soon the wind picked up, blowing leaves in my glass of wine, and then big drops began to fall so we headed inside. (Somehow the wind caught the screen door wrenching it out of my hand against the house and twisting the frame. Another honey-do for the dh.) We watched for a few more minutes, but it was a short-lived storm. We do love to watch a thunder storm.
Abra and I decided to watch Dr. Who; we have made it up to the third doctor played by John Pertwee. While we were curled up on the couch with a bowl of buttered popcorn, I noticed the twins running between the dining room and upstairs, but as I was focusing on the doctor, I didn't pay much attention to what they were doing. By the time I was ready for bed, Abby was throwing up and Abra was saying she thought she was too sick for school. Such is life.
This morning while continuing the search for my missing brains (composition notebook with every thought, book, idea for school) I looked behind the dining room table. There I found blankets, pillows, books, notebooks, pencils, pens, two containers of cereal, an old cell phone, and several owl banks. I asked BG what they were up to, and she told me that was their safe space during storms completely stocked with all the necessities. Ah, that's what they were so busy with last night. I like safe places with life's necessities. That's what my home is, and no doubt, why I rarely feel the need to leave.
