Not making fun of a disaster
Humor is how I deal with pain
A local weather czar was asked,
"Well Seattle ever face a hurricane
like that in the east and Sandy?"
He answered bluntly, we already have!
I remember the snowstorm of 1949-50.
Two feet of snow before the night was done
I was at a friends house and had to go home
I pushed my bike a mile and a half in a blizzard
My dog and my bike my only prized possessions
My savior being Barney my dog
He would not let me stop and fall asleep
I had to get home and start the furnace
My younger sister home and alone
Mom was frightened I didn't wake up for two days
But it is the Columbia day storm I remember
Hundred mile winds with rain coming sideways
Wife was in Lost Vegas, a woman's convention
She called, it was before the power went out,
"How are things at home? I hear there is a storm?"
I was on a ladder in the bathroom windows being thrashed about
I was holding on to a skylight about to fly away,
carry me willing or not to the neighbors house.
Wife is so far seeing, "Maybe you should go to the basement,
I well be home tomorrow, have fun, Hun!"
Next day I found the skylight and roof in neighbors yard
Where I get in trouble for not taking things seriously
We needed a new roof anyway and had plenty of firewood
It was much needed exercise working a chainsaw
But less of a thrill skydiving beneath a skylight
I know your pains and living without heat and power
The roof in my case paid for by insurance
More a pain a week without lights and heat
Made only slightly bearable by wet fresh firewood
I let the neighbor keep the skylight and roof material
I think he made all these smelly rabbit huts out of it
I am sharing carrots with his rabbits, never know
when there well be another disaster--no I got attached.