Probably only school teachers and students will relate, but since school was out a couple of days ago, I have to really think to know what day it is. You would think I could remember because today is a busy day and last night’s sleep was interrupted by lightning, tornadoes, crashing rain, and hail. Tonight they predict more of the same. I live out in the country; I cannot hear the tornado sirens going off. About 1:30 am, my daughter calls from her basement in town. The tornado sirens had gone off and she and my grandson had gone to the basement. Honestly, hail worries me more than the threat of a tornado because hail is relatively common here. Little hail won’t destroy my steel roof or break the numerous banks of windows in my house, but large hail…I don’t want to even think about it, especially since the company from which I bought all these windows went bankrupt.
It’s humid, really humid. We here in semiarid country are not used to humid. Feels like you cannot quite ever get dry. Clouds come and go and I am guessing tonight will be a repeat of last night. I do not need a weather forecaster to tell me that. But it’s green, really green, emerald green, an infrequent site here too much of the time. At least, I won’t have to worry bout wildfires like I did two weeks ago.
My daughter was called in to work–she’s a nurse, my grandson is eating a grilled cheese sandwich–I use artisan bread and cook it in olive oil. Gives grilled cheese a whole new meaning. In two hours we will go to friend’s house to visit with her dad who arrived from Mexico for a vacation. I will have to use my Spanish; he speaks no English. Last night he called me on the phone. He talks fast and I am a bit lost. It’s easier in person. Then we will pick up my grandson’s older brother, we will take grandson to soccer practice, take him home and finally older brother and I will be off to a concert we know nothing about (an adventure) and to Art Walk. Art Walk occurs the first Friday evening every month. You would think I would remember what day it is.