The wind she was a howling

[trystinn]

We managed through the night without losing electricity, how I'll never know. And don't tell me its improvements from PSE, I assure you they have absolutely no interest in folks outside of town limits. I had made a lovely potato and ham chowder just in case we lost power that would be easy to warm up on the woodstove. And damn, it was delicious!

We've got a few branches down, but otherwise seem to have come through pretty well. A quick check on Bunhala found the three boys eating hay, Amber tucked inside one of the dog houses and Martha hard at work tunneling into a straw bale. We'll need a new rain tarp for Bunhala; the old one is now shredded to bits. The rabbits on the back porch did fine, though their tarps need to be re-attached at the front. The bungee cords couldn't hold on, though the zip ties did great.

For myself, I had a marvelous dream where my grandparents (both deceased) were alive and well in their home and adopting the two fuzzy bunnies. My sis and I had driven over in our matching cars and were helping to get a cage set up on their back porch. I didn't want to wake up, now I feel bereft. -

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[tryst-inn.livejournal.com]

Yes, it was. I rarely dream about my Grandmother which I've always found a bit odd, though my Grandfather features prominently in many of my dreams.