Dodging lightning bolts

clematis1I mean *real* lightning bolts! The kind that reach down out of the sky and pulverize great big trees into shrapnel. Those kinds of lightning bolts. The pattern to my day today was that there would be bright sunshine and I would think something like, “In 10 minutes, I’ll walk over to the Plum Market.” And then, four minutes later, I would think something like, “What *is* that *noise*?” And I would look outside to pouring rain accompanied by lightning. I do not walk in lightning. You wouldn’t either if you saw what the piece of tree shrapnel did to the Frog Hopper’s moon roof back in March or whenever that happened. I could look it up but why bother. Sh*t happens and you deal with it and that’s what we did. I mean, no one was hurt!

So, judging by the activity going on at the neighbors’ across the street today, I am cautiously optimistic that they have resolved their differences. It looked like the daughter may have come back to get her belongings or [ahem] some of them. I dunno exactly what’s going on there but I am uncomfortable with the idea of 25-year-old college educated kids who still live with parents unless there is a good reason to do so and/or it is temporary. And I hate hate hate in any way, shape, or form, when a parent tries to manipulate a 20-something child. I don’t really know what’s going on across the street but I have seen it in other parts of my life, even in my own family.

In any case, I eventually managed to walk to the Plum in between storms and that is about it for the night. Love y’all.

2 Responses to “Dodging lightning bolts”

  1. Sam Says:

    Love ya back, KW.

  2. Margaret Says:

    I wish my kids would come back and live with me! (sometimes) Instead I get the cat! LOL