Construction and Destruction

The Don-abee and I headed up to my ex-brother-in-law’s house to help him get ready for his new arrivals. His wife is on bed-rest because his twin babies are trying to escape from the womb well before their time. As a result, his expected plan of having the nursery ready by September got a bit of a kick. They’ve pretty much given up on the original October due date and are now hoping the kids wait at least until August.

Ebil (get it?) lives on the opposite side of Philly out beyond the suburbs. There’s a lot of farmland, some Amish, and the Limerick nuclear power plant. Oh, and the best Wal-Mart in the area. They’ve got steak. Steak? Wal-Mart? Yeah, it boggles the mind.

Speaking of steak, Ebil repaid us for our help with the nursery by making dinner. It was a veg-free meal – steak, sausage, and chicken. The only non-meat was the bun for the sausage. Now that’s eatin’!

On the way back, we wound up running along the front of a pretty good storm. There were high winds, thunder, lighting, small branches being knocked off trees, and rain so thick that you could blow bubbles in the air. At one point I swear a saw a farmhouse blow by. The storm was blowing through at 40 miles per hour, but because of the angle of the road we were at the front for quite a while. Finally the road turned and we outran the weather. About 10 minutes after we got inside, it blew through my town. This was the Don-abee’s first major East Coast storm. I think he was impressed.