Every night, right when we go to bed, the weather channel looks like this. Red. That's bad. Purple. That's even worse.
Lines of storms, usually moving across Indiana or coming up from the south, sweep across in a hard line with high winds and drenching rain. A branch came down in the back, the grass is high and unmowable and mosquitos are waiting for the day they can begin their feasting. The power went out for a full day, the freezer contents had to be relocated and we spent a night bailing the sump pump as our battery back-up even failed. There are puddles everywhere. I'm thinking I can't wait until winter so we can safely venture outside.
So we watch the weather channel and pray the power doesn't go out. It gives us Cincinnati weather only. We used to be able to tune the local weather channel from the TV in on our weather radio, which had TV bands. But now that everything is CONVENIENTLY HD, our radio can't pick it up.
I have one question. How does any of this technology help us know when to go to the basement? That's all I want to know.
As for knitting, I have casted on (is that a word?) a Wonderful Wallaby for my grandson and my dog has rediscovered his love for yarn. 240 yds. of Plymouth Encore woven into a knotted mess like you can't believe in under 4 minutes. God bless my husband who unknotted and wound the entire skein for me.
Praying for those who have lost so much this week...