Thursday was quite the day around here. I was running around trying to play catch up when a message came from Kalissa: “Are you still planning on taking Gannon to the dentist?”
Crap. We had talked about this a few weeks ago. I had offered to take him. Poor Gannon has had three appointments (two trips) already this week to Iowa City which has meant 2 hour drives each way. Kalissa has taken all of her days off to take him. I had offered to take him to this appointment as it was close and do-able for me.
It was a 2:30 in the afternoon appointment…the dentist was a half hour away. I was going to go pick him up from the babysitter at Kalissa’s house at 1:45pm. At 1pm storm clouds rolled in and the skies started to look like they were going to open up anytime. I decided I would drive to Kalissa’s get the car seat installed in my truck and see where the weather was by then.
I did that and ended up loading him up and thinking I’d get to the appointment and if I was really early we’d just wait in the car a bit as the storm looked worse and worse and I was hoping to beat it. That didn’t happen.
It was one of those torrential rains…the kind that you don’t know if you should pull over or just keep driving really slow. The entire drive was that way. Thankfully the dentist is only 30 miles away…but at the pace we were going, I was glad that I had left early….then I got stuck here at the railway crossing with no train in site.
The dentist office was a whole event that I won’t even get into. Covid and me bringing Gannon vs his parents bringing Gannon was a mess. The worst, while I was sitting waiting for the dentist trying to keep Gannon from touching everything, my phone rang. I answered it. It was Jamie the local fire chief telling me was in the fire truck in my driveway dealing with the downed tree. WHAT?? On my house? No. He assured me it the the neighbors tree at the neighbors house…Ah…thank goodness.
As I was driving Gannon back home I started noticing more and more storm damage…check out this flattened corn field.
The picture doesn’t do it justice. It’s terrible for area farmers.
As I drove I decided that I’d pick Carver up and bring him to my house rather than just drop Gannon off. I was sure Carver would love seeing the downed tree and watch the excitement…and he did.
This is what we saw…. Continue reading