On Wednesday night we had another one of our never ending wind storms. I was outside finishing up in the garden and snapping a picture for Judy
when DH came around the corner and told me I had exactly 1 minute to get to the house before I was sandblasted:
These old ranch houses are not very airtight and sand swirls through every nook and cranny. Once the wind snatches up those sand grains, there is no escape. The back screen door was ripped open sometime during the night and I now have the distinct privilege of tending to this:
That part won't be too awful, but getting those shards of glass out of my weeds:
may take a tad longer.
I was up at 2:30 the next morning and stumbled into the kitchen to begin preparations for a crew of 11. This is what greeted me as I stood at the sink:
Took just a few seconds to set things straight!
And then, just to prove that I am not fully awake at 2:30 in the morning, nor at 3:30 when the following took place, I promptly swept a huge container of water right off of the counter onto the floor. Well fiddlesticks. And yes, I did actually say that.
I heard chairs scootch quickly to see if I needed help and DH asked if I was OK, but I hollered that all was well. As I dashed through the dining room to the linen closet to grab a couple of towels, I noticed amused grins on the crew, but they were trying to avoid looking at me. Matt looked up sheepishly and I saw his eyes twinkle. I flicked my wet fingertips in his face as I stepped past him and we all laughed.
That sense of humor I mentioned a few posts back...it comes in handy...even at 3:30 in the morning.