I borrowed this shirt (I’m a Pepper!) and drove a big loop down south to my parents’ place, across to Duncan, and back up to my house. Along the way I helped my mom and dad move Mom’s biological mother (mom was adopted in her late teens) into a nursing home. They moved her up from Texas so that she could be closer and someone would be able to take care of her affairs.
There was a red sunrise, all smoky and spooky looking.
I signed my officemate’s daughter’s yearbook. It made me want to write a letter to a younger version of myself. Now we just need to figure out how to send mail through a wormhole. And locate a wormhole.
I wore my Scottie pajamas. They are soft and cozy and I love them. Sorta like my Scottie.
I read. I can see how “A Good Man Is Hard To Find” isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but it’s right up my alley.
Clouds exploded overhead Monday evening, signaling the end of a long holiday weekend.
Moments later rain began pouring down and we got a heavy burst of showers there for about 10 minutes. Tuesday night was even rowdier as huge hail stones pummeled many parts of the OKC metro area. We escaped that part unscathed and managed to keep power all night as far as I know. There was a moment when sparks flew from a powerline in the backyard and we haven’t been able to see what went on back there.
This afternoon and tonight have the potential to be doozies, so please pay attention to your weather alerts. Things are never boring around here, are they?