Dancing In The Dark

You all know I like irony. A lot. I generally enjoy it more when it’s slightly more subtle than what happened this weekend, though.

Earlier this week, I snapped a photograph that I used for my Wordless Wednesday and I entitled the post “I Saw The Light”. That day, I did see light. The very next day, though, we were hit with a storm unlike any I have seen in years and it left me literally in the dark for four days.

Thursday afternoon, the weatherman broke into the regularly scheduled TV programming to warn people to take cover just as I was leaving to pick up my kids from the high school. It still looked pretty nice outside but by the time I drove the 2.5 miles to the school, all hell had broken loose. It was pouring buckets and trees being uprooted and falling all over the place. The wind was fierce and incredible. I didn’t see any tornadic activity and I don’t know exactly what kind of storm this was, but it was bad.

Between the instant street flooding, trees down and live power wires laying in streets, we were constantly detoured and it took me 1 1/2 hours to get back home from the high school. When I did finally get home, my neighborhood looked like this.







Thursday night, we were hit pretty badly again causing the streets to flood. I was the only one on the block who didn’t take water in the house. Totally weird, because I had water up my front lawn almost to the front doors, but I really believe that the someone watching from above probably knew that The Rock Chick would go off the deep end if that happened.

Right before the second storm the sky turned pink with black clouds. It was really a sight.



We were fortunate, I had no damage to my home other than to my patio furniture. School was canceled on Friday and the power company said to expect to be out for days. By Friday evening, dancing in the dark was getting old. Getting even older was listening to the whining of four teenagers without lights, TV or MySpace, so the hubby and I decided to pack up and head over to my new favorite “run away for the weekend” spot, The Coco Key Water Resort inside a Sheraton hotel not too far from my house. They had power and were in full operation so we stayed two nights there and enjoyed their electricity, 60,000 square feet of lazy rivers, water slides, hot tubs and some delicious (albeit expensive-$10.00!) frozen drink called a Beachcomber. It was quite good, mixing the juices of papaya, mango and guava with rum and some other alcohol. I can’t remember. Come to think of it, after one of those, I don’t think I could remember too much of anything.

We came back today and shortly thereafter our lights came on and the cable TV and internet were back on shortly after that. I spent the afternoon throwing out everything in the fridge and freezer. It was hard to determine which items actually smelled worse than any other, so everything got dumped and off to the grocery store I went to replace it all. Needless to say, it was an expensive weekend.

I am back, though, all is ok and I will get busy with the final raffle list for Shelly’s raffle and catch up on everybody’s recent posts, too!