It has rained forever here in Kentucky, starting before Easter and continues as I write. I hope the color green is fashionable this year because we're completely covered in it. Don't get me wrong, I love Spring, I love green, and I'll accept a few severe storms with lightning, along the way. I know that it puts nitrogen in the ground and is part of God's plan, etc. etc. etc.
Sorry Lord, I don't mean to be flippant, but five days in a row with the storm warnings, (mornings, daytime, middle of the night) screaming through the alarms all over the county is wearying. Today, I took them with a grain of salt; I did make my son-in-law stop trying to mow the wet, green, tall stuff, and sent him home, then I just moseyed around while they sounded; I showed them!
Like most of the homes in this area, we have no basement, so whenever we get the word, "Go to the lowest floor of your home or head to your safe spot!" I go to the linen closet. Today I casually strolled to the bathroom took out the bottom two shelves (of the cubby hole) in a non-hurried way, placed my hubby's little green stool in there. I tossed in a couple of pillows from the bedroom and went back to the TV room and sat down.
I missed my husband in the midst of all of this "slow-mo" activity, then I heard the back door creek open, and in he came. He, with the freshly mended heart, whose ribs are held in place with wires, had taken up his usual post on the porch to watch for the right cloud to chase him back indoors. For just a moment, there was a little lightning flashing around inside of our house.
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