Color us lucky

Thousands of our fellow Nutmeggers are suffering with power outages and worse after Irene stormed her way through Connecticut.

Here in our neighborhood there was a lot of wind, intermittent heavy downpours and branches and leaves down. 
A dead tree fell into our backyard, but nowhere near the house. 

But we never lost power. The lights never even flickered, and for that we are so grateful.

Yesterday my oncologist told me he and his wife had

to evacuate Saturday afternoon. They live on Long Island Sound and he said the Sound was like the ocean that day.


Ralph's sister and several other relatives in Connecticut have been living without electricity for days, and they can't get an estimate of when it will be returned. I can't imagine their frustration.

A friend who lives about 20 miles away in a more affluent (and rural) town than ours lost power Sunday and still hasn't gotten it back. 

Today she was able to bathe herself and her two kids with water they got from the fire department.

Wow. That is roughing it in my book. 

I pray that everyone gets electricity back soon!

A little levity from the e-mail bag

I'm tired of waiting all day for the arrival of that mean Irene. It's nerve-wracking!

Thought I'd share something I got in my e-mail yesterday, just for giggles.

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A crusty old man walks into the local Catholic church and says to the secretary, "I would like to join this damn church."


The astonished woman replies, "I beg your pardon, Sir. I must have misunderstood you. What did you say?"
"Listen up, damn it. I said I want to join this damn church!"


"I'm very sorry sir, but that kind of language is not tolerated in this church."


The secretary leaves her desk and goes into the priest's study to
inform him of her situation.


The priest agrees that the secretary does not have to listen to that
 foul language..
They both return to her office and the priest asks the old geezer, "Sir, what seems to be the problem here?"


"There is no problem," the man says. "I just won 20 million dollars in the damn lottery and I want to join this damn church to get rid of some of this damn money."


"I see," said the priest. "And is this bitch giving you a hard time?