Crazy Days

It’s our annual Crazy Days celebration in town this weekend.

Every year shop owners set off their own brand of fireworks to get locals excited about their bargain goods and festivities.

It seems the shop owners have once again outdone themselves.

It started with the shrill sounds of tornado sirens at midnight on Friday.

One loud wake up call for sure.

I quickly grabbed chi-doxie Grandma Greta in one arm and my lame corgi Maddie in the other. And in spite of the 20 pound weight imbalance, we traveled down the basement stairs in record time.

We’ve got this routine down.

Except for Tucker the terrier who kept running back up to view the light show.

Lucky for us, we dodged a bullet. My troop of 100 foot oaks and elms held their salutes proudly in this latest battle.

Though my neighbor took a hit.

And so went the power for me and the rest of the area.

Those retailers are sure clever.

All the parking spots in town were full extra early Saturday as the weary and powerless stumbled up and down main street in search of caffeine and cake donuts.

I was one of them.

Eventually I found on a spot with the super fuel I desperately needed. Then climbing the hill up to the library with my steaming tumbler, I settled in on a bench to ponder next steps on my to do list:

1. Contact insurance agent about hail damage on roof and siding from storm attack two weeks ago.
2. Get in line for additional tree trimming before next battle.
2. Research post traumatic tree disorder from previous battles lost.
3. Look at local realtor’s cozy condo/fortress listings just for fun.
3. Conduct full risk assessment on how to successfully weather life’s future twists and twisters.

Savoring each sip of brew and smelling sweet scents of flowers surrounding me, I finally relaxed after finishing my list.

Then I looked up and admired the lone sailboat peacefully sailing in the lake down below.

I smiled.

Sure, these may be crazy days.

And I’m no lumberjack, but I’ll always be ok.