Thursday After The Storm
There are always a few moments of solitude before seven a.m. Hemp hearts and coffee and email. Morning is always so much better than night. Last night we hid in the hallway thanks to tornado warnings. Nights like those you are thankful you don't live in a shotgun shack. The tornado that tore through Goderich on Sunday has given us all a sense of dread. I huddled with baby in the hallway near bags of donations that my friend Erin still has to come and get. They are still not letting non-residents into Goderich. goderich, where I recorded Science Fair...in a small cottage by the lake. Still beautiful in its broken state. My history teacher lives there under a mountain of old papers and books. I called him yesterday but only got a busy signal. I have a show there in a few weeks and I'm happy to turn it all into a benefit should it still be on. Can't get a hold of anyone.
Night, full of dread, even for the happy of heart, comes to an end and here it is Thursday morning. Calm weather. No more Busch beer and pizza for the neighbours next door who yell at each other and their kids. No more cutting down trees a few lots away. No more hail that my brother's dog likes to eat! Just people rushing to factory jobs and me taking care of my little star, for another day.