There was a severe thunderstorm yesterday that was really frightful. A few times, the splitting lightning shot straight down and brushed the tips of the nearby trees. A short time later, the thunders blew out, bluntly and loudly, right above our office roof.
When I got home, I found myself locked outside. The power was out and the garage doors could not be opened. The backyard gate had been kept locked to prevent possible swimming accidence and I did not carry the front door key (actually we have never used the front door). The boys of our next-door neighbor were not at home, otherwise they could climb over the fence and open the gate for me. The air in 90 degree Fahrenheit was baking me. Inside myself, the organs were also cooking from my anxiety. After calling my husband, who was still at work and needed at least forty minutes to get home, I went to a nearby Burger King and read a book there until he arrived home, climbing a tree near the front fence and jumping over. (He was not as bad as I had imagined of climbing a tree and over a fence after lacking of physical exercises for a decade.)
Without the power for everything, we ate out and spent the rest of the night in Borders bookstore. The power did not come back until after
