Storms
Storms bring out the best and worst in me. R and I have a routine; battening down the hatches, bringing down everything valuable (including #2 and the dog, as well as a plethora of laptops!) to the half-underground family room, bringing in or stowing the fly-about stuff left outside, setting up the battery lights and getting at least one car out of the driveway. We're doing some painting of trim in the garage which takes up all the free room, along with the bikes. That's the best part.
The Mommy moments are the worst. #1 is working, outside, at the Renn Faire, with tornado watches right on top of him. He was pretty good-natured about the multiple calls, texts, and voice messages. Talk about conflicting imperatives. Fetch the boy home! Don't go out in the storm! The little wretch told me he'd seen 'rotating clouds' which my adrenalin-soaked brain heard as Tornado!
It blew over quickly enough though. Always leaves me feeling a bit foolish, but also heart-warmed. I've always said that if the Zombie Apocalypse comes, R is the one I'd want to have around. It's nice to have a reminder of that feeling.
I'm re-watching Foyle's War right now. I think what my benighted country might need is a common enemy or a crisis to unite against. Though we had that a decade ago, and look what happened. The problem is that half the country sees one set of problems as paramount and the other half sees another. The solutions are opposite, the crises are opposite, everything is pulling in opposite directions. Things fall apart...
I'm on a political diet right now; minimal exposure up to the election cause it makes me crazy. I'll vote, I always do, cause it's important. But it feels so ineffectual. We are on some kind of a cusp, I'm thinking. No one knows the shape of the future, even though it's all around us. It may be like the elephant in the story. We've all got hold of some piece of the whole, and instead of putting our information together, we all roundly insist we know what it is from the small part we see. No one is listening, just talking loudly and louder all the time.
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The Mommy moments are the worst. #1 is working, outside, at the Renn Faire, with tornado watches right on top of him. He was pretty good-natured about the multiple calls, texts, and voice messages. Talk about conflicting imperatives. Fetch the boy home! Don't go out in the storm! The little wretch told me he'd seen 'rotating clouds' which my adrenalin-soaked brain heard as Tornado!
It blew over quickly enough though. Always leaves me feeling a bit foolish, but also heart-warmed. I've always said that if the Zombie Apocalypse comes, R is the one I'd want to have around. It's nice to have a reminder of that feeling.
I'm re-watching Foyle's War right now. I think what my benighted country might need is a common enemy or a crisis to unite against. Though we had that a decade ago, and look what happened. The problem is that half the country sees one set of problems as paramount and the other half sees another. The solutions are opposite, the crises are opposite, everything is pulling in opposite directions. Things fall apart...
I'm on a political diet right now; minimal exposure up to the election cause it makes me crazy. I'll vote, I always do, cause it's important. But it feels so ineffectual. We are on some kind of a cusp, I'm thinking. No one knows the shape of the future, even though it's all around us. It may be like the elephant in the story. We've all got hold of some piece of the whole, and instead of putting our information together, we all roundly insist we know what it is from the small part we see. No one is listening, just talking loudly and louder all the time.
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