When the storms of life are raging. . .

So...what was my priority first thing this morning in preparation for the oncoming storm?  Why, cutting back the black-eyed-Susans, of course.  Maybe my kids are right--there's something wrong with me.  In my defense, however, I will add that my little generator is primed and on stand-by to plug the freezer in, I have filled jugs with water, the coffeemaker is brewing a surplus pot of coffee for a thermos, and there is a filled pail of water in the bathtub.  With a fresh charge, my iPod should be good for at least one audible book for nighttime.  Candles?  Batteries?  I always have those.  Kerosene lamps, too.  As much as I dislike being left in the dark with no power, I guess I'm as ready as I can be.  What I'm not ready for are the high winds.  I hate wind.  It scares me.  So...I may station myself in a corner of the basement for the next day or two where I can't hear the wind and I'll sing, "When the storms of life are raging, stand by me."  (Which is what I played for a postlude yesterday, but I'm not sure if anyone picked up on that.)    Or...maybe I'll hide out, out in the Hobbit Hole!