I am waiting to hear if Amelia still has power this morning. I talked to her late last night and watched a lot of the Weather Channel. She thought the electricity might go off at around 2 this morning and the worst flooding would be about 8 am, when high tide is in New York. She had done everything she could do, with food and water and even a bag packed. I certainly hope she is sound asleep.

Most mornings, as I wake up, I take inventory and count my blessings...Molli in Mexico, Amelia in NY...this morning I am a little sad about a missing chicken. Sylvia was not a pet and she was not affectionate. But I feel repsonsible, like a farmer who has not taken care of her assets. When we headed out to get my Dad on Friday, it was very hot and I coudln't get the chickens to come into the coop. I wasn't really worried. When we got back late at night, I looked in and could see them, so I shut the door. But apparently there were only two and I didn't realize it until my Dad let them out the next  morning. He is disappointed in me as well. We have not found any evidence of her demise, but probably need to look in the woods around the house. The other two chickens aren't giving me any clues and don't seem to be behaving any differently. Cameron, the dog, isn't talking, if he knows anything. Sylvia had been broody, staying in the nest box while her sisters roamed more, so I don't know that egg production will be down much.

My Dad spent Friday night with us and I made us all bacon and eggs when he got up. We watched a little hurricane coverage and he visited the gardens. Ray and he went to get the last of the tree they had been working on and I headed to the university campus for a training for people who want to work on campaigns. There was some good information, but I found it a little disheartening. It's a somewhat scientific process, with procedures to follow, but not enough soul for me. And it seems kind of pointless in some ways. Do we really think we can get Democrats elected in districts redrawn by the Republicans?

I came home and changed my clothes and Ray and I went dancing at Project Safe's Groovy Nights fundraiser. We had fun, although we can't quite dance the night away like we used to. There were several Star Wars storm troopers, as there have been other years. It amuses me that adults would dress up in what must be very uncomfortable costumes and stand around for a couple hours, having their pcitures taken. There were some sand people and a Darth Vader and somebody that might have represented Obiwan Kenobi. The food was also from the 70s and perhaps not the healthiest. For lunch, the political students had pizza and Coke. At Groovy Nights, we ate crackers and dip and chocolate fondue, quite tasty. We invited Mary Anne and Ed to sit with us at Kent's table. We had called him before we left and he was planning to stay home and watch the Falcons.

We went to bed later than usual and now my shoulder is aching again.