Get The Picture? By Sherry Hopkins
I don’t know about y’all but I am so done with wind and rain storms. Seems as though the minute I get my yard mowed and preened just right here comes another storm. The one Friday night was the worst we have experienced in the 20 years we have lived at Plum Point. I have never seen trees brought down so low to the ground without breaking. We did lose at least three though. Maybe more but they are off to the side of Dear Don’s shop and we haven’t investigated that far. The mess has taken four days to date to clean up. I’ve mowed, raked and mowed some more. Then when I thought I had it all done Monday, Tuesday brought wind that blew limbs and branches off the roof of the house and shop. So Tuesday I started over.
I am not a happy camper, especially in this July like humidity. At least our power is now back on and we have water.
The storm Sunday morning brought down a couple of big limbs, one of which hit my bottletree breaking my favorite purple bottle.
I was reminded today that in order to ward off haints you need at least seven bottles. I only had six. But I have remedied that situation and now have eight just in case.
I’m tired and dirty and feel like Oscar the Grouch. All I want to do is find a cool place to lie down and take a nap. Instead I sit under the ceiling fan and feed my fat face almost a quart of orange sherbet. Although it cooled me off considerably I now have the guilt and the near upset stomach to deal with. Will I ever learn?
Don did not take being without power for three days well. He’s usually the better sport about such things but not this time. Trying to sleep in the heat was very uncomfortable but he missed his morning coffee most of all.
My stress came because I couldn’t find out the results of the election in Iran. Not sure why I needed to know so badly but I surely thought that I did.
The window washing has now become a pleasure. I actually cleaned two windows in less than an hour this morning. I have five more that I can clean without help of a ladder and then I’ll have to wait on Dear Don to help.
I need to keep working on them daily because if I stop for a few days I forget what to do.
That’s not the only thing I forget but at the moment it’s the only thing I can remember to tell you about.
Anyway whether it’s coffee and politics or dirty windows and haints we are somewhat back to (our) normal until the next time the wind blows.
P.S. I had an encounter with two different folks this week, one of whom said, “ You write like you talk.” That would be correct. I’m not sure if I know how to not write like I talk. But if you meant it as a compliment thank you. If not, I’ll work on it.
The other thing is after seeing Dear Don for the first time a lady remarked, “ Why he’s slick- headed!” Well yes he is, and we hadn’t noticed, but we thank you for pointing it out to us.
Your comments are always welcome.
You get the picture.