Looking at the forecast for the next few days in the ville, I see light — sunlight! There is a 50% chance of rain today, but the experts are predicting sunshine for Friday and Saturday. Woot! While my yard is full of water, at least my house is standing. If you haven’t watched this video of the tornado hammering Tuscaloosa, please click the link. It’s scary amazing and makes me want to go outside right now with a shovel and start digging (in the mud) to erect some kind of storm shelter.
When the sun peeks through the clouds in springtime, I always think about Dad. Dad passed August 1, 2004. If I live to be 100, I will always be reminded of him — and it’s the little simple things that he loved to do that always make me smile.
I’m often reminded (thanks, Mom) of the time he took me along to the woods to share in one of his favorite pastimes. I was honored to accept the responsibility of carrying the morels found — but when we emerged from the woods after hunting for hours, my bag had a hole and I’d lost the treasures. I’m pretty sure I was handed that PAPER BAG just so my parents would have something to tease me about forever. Parents do that kind of stuff.
Now that the rain has stopped, I’m thinking about heading to the woods with a PLASTIC BREAD SACK to see what I can find this weekend.
I’ve heard a bajillion times that I look like the McKain’s, and Scott looks like the Garriott’s — Mom’s Dad (“Noah”) to be more specific. Me thinks they need to check out this photo. What do you think? A little resemblance maybe?