We’re All Right (Thank You, Father)

West Seattle weather: Should you be worried about your trees ...

We’ve just had ten minutes of the most ferocious wind and rain we’ve seen since Hurricane Sandy. My sister, Alice, thought her neighborhood was in for a tornado. The gales seemed to spring up out of nowhere, the cats ran upstairs and under the bed, and by the time I got all the hatches battened down, it was over. And Alice called to see if we were all right.

We are–but it was a close call. The wind was strong enough to snap off the top half of a very big sycamore tree and hurl it to the sidewalk. By God’s providence, it didn’t take down the power lines with it: hard to believe how that could be, when you look at it. I don’t know how we’d take a power failure on top of a quarantine. All we’re lacking is army ants.

It also somehow missed all the parked cars, not to mention pedestrians. I call that a miracle.

Keep your eyes peeled: Someone, somewhere, seems to be expecting the China Wuhan Communist Death Virus to be in retreat sooner than we think. I say that because I’ve noticed Climbit Chainge chatter is starting up again. Yeah, they’re re-heating it: gotta keep the peasants scared, only way to control ’em.

Is it just me saying this, or do we need a new ruling class?