My life suddenly feels so dramatic! I must use scads of exclamation points!
Karsten and I are house- and dog-sitting for my boss’ boss in Belle Meade (non-Nashvillians: it’s where this town’s wealthy and entitled people live) while she and her two sons are in Italy for three weeks.
Yesterday, we went out to run errands and, on our return, were blocked from accessing the street leading into to the dead-end street where she lives by police cars and a huge tree that had fallen in the storm. Fairly dramatic, no?
Well, today we went out and were blocked from the same street by police cars saying that a telephone pole had caught fire on this street. Presumably it had been struck by lightning.
Danger is getting ever closer! Next I’ll probably stub my toe and round out the trio of hazards!