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Last night I was busy preparing dinner, something I don’t do much of any more and Ed came in and said, “It doesn’t look good out there. I’m thinking we should get in the closet.”
“Now? But I’m making dinner, I have to get the asparagus in the microwave in case the power goes off.”
“I think it can wait. We should get the cat and get in the closet.” Ed looks for the cat and I continue cutting the asparagus into tiny angles.
Hail starts pounding the side of the house. The lights flicker. I really should get in the closet. I cut faster.
“Found the cat, he’s already in the closet.” Ed paces from window to window. “It’s sheets of rain. We should get in the closet.”
I pop the bag of asparagus into the microwave and turn it on. “I’m ready.” I look out the kitchen window. “It looks really bad out there we should get in the closet!”
“So I’ve said.” Hubby waits for me and we climb in the tiny spot under the stairs, next to the water heater and cat litter box.
The microwave dings just as the storm quiets. “Well, not sure if we needed to get in that closet, Ed.”
The phone rings, it’s my mom, then his mom, then our son. Everyone is okay. Then we watched the news. I think we should build a safer, bigger closet. Next time, dinner can wait.