I believe we leave a certain amount of unfinished business behind us as we mature.
There’s always a little niggle in the back of the mind suggesting there’s something undone, something that needs our attention.
I usually just silence the niggle with a donut. Hey, whatever works, right?
Last night severe weather swept through Arkansas. The sirens were blaring. The closest one to me is about 3 miles away, but it was certainly audible. Bob called from the hospital to suggest I tie everything in the carport down and make sure Bruhonda was safe from flying objects. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that if a tornado hit Bru was likely to be a flying object.
We get those nasty whirling dervishes frequently in the mid-south and the season is upon us. I have been extremely fortunate and haven’t experienced one first hand. But aunts and cousins have. My aunt Bernice and her two daughters live right in the middle of tornado alley. They’ve retreated to the storm cellar on many occasions. A few years ago they built a new house with a safe room. That was a good thing. Not so very long ago a storm came through and did major damage to the house.
I remember Daddy driving us toward the small town of Conway after a particularly bad dervish had hit. I was just a kid, but the 2 x 4 stuck in a tree printed an indelible pic in my head.
Last night we experienced no weather related catastrophes here. Other parts of the state weren’t so fortunate. The planet is really having a time of it with Nature’s fickleness. It’s way past time to treat Her with more respect.
Bob cut all the broken branches off the holly bush at the back door after the last storm shredded bushes and trees all over the place…that was ice and snow. He hasn’t done the shaping . Poor bush is now downright ugly. Perhaps we should name it George.
That’s almost nasty.
It’s almost as bad as that cake I baked on Sunday. It leaves a gap through which I can see the road. Oh yippee…yet another distraction for my focus challenged brain. Luckily I won’t have the patience to wait for the odd car to head on down the dead end.
Speaking of dead ends, a nap sounds really good about now.
Today’s political misstep was taken by the NRA rep, Mr. Lapierre, who was before Congress. He suggested that criminal types would not show up for a background check. Duh. Senator Durbin was quick to point out that Mr. Lapierre had missed the point.
Thank you Senator Durbin.
We’ve experienced a disheartening event here on the homestead. AsheKitty has disappeared. We’re hoping she turns up eventually. A few days after Zach first brought her in many moons ago, Molly picked her up and carted her outside and she disappeared for a few days. Bob found her in the outside cat bowl. Here’s hoping she’s just catting around, trying to make some cash on the street and will be back soon.
We miss her.