I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

No Arks Were Built

Well, when I left work I tried phoning home and there was no response. So I stopped by Wal-Mart and picked up some water, ice, and a big sandwich. By the time I made it back to the Village all had been put aright. The power was on, although Bette tells me it was off from around 11am until 5:30pm. No tree limbs were down (that I saw). The storm ditches weren't raging currents and there was no street flooding.

So we're all okay. My fridge is solid enough that we didn't lose any food to spoilage (at least none that we've found). We only had room for one of the ice bags, so I put the others into pitchers and we had cold water last night.

However, now I am worried about the heat that's comming our way.

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