We're not in Kansas Anymore!

Whoo-wee!  How the weather can turn on a dime this time of year.

This morning as I left for work it was a mild sunny almost springtime sort of morning.

The temps reached a high of 71 according to the weather report.

By noontime the sky was a funny dark color and there were tornado warnings.

The sky opened up and we had what you might call a tropical rainfall.

Granny would have called it a gully washer.  She would look outside at the sky and fret that there was, "going to come a gully washer".  I never understood what exactly that meant as a kid. Other than it was going to rain.

 

I recall during one gully washer lightning struck one of our favorite trees out back.  I don't know what wariety of tree it was.  All I remember is that it had to be 10 stories high if it was an inch and Ivy rambled up the trunk.  I remember the deafening clap when it was struck.  I remember Granny trying to calm the nerves of  a little girl who was terrified at the commotion.  And I remember Granny mourning its' loss.  I guess that's where I get it from.  At an early age I learned that plants are important and  people work hard to make those flowers look good and, "For Pete's sake, stay out of my rosebed!".    I hear ya'.

 

And so before I forget: about that Chrysler Imperial.  As I know it, it is a gorgeous velvety deep red rose.  Granny gifted one of her friends with a Chrysler Imperial rose.  At some later point she called her friend and somewhere in the midst of their chat asked, "How is that Chrysler Imperial that I gave you?"    There came an awkward silence.  Her friend replied, "Minnie, you never gave me a car."     Granny always laughed when telling that story.

 

 

G's cellphone died today.  ACK!  I love Bill the Cat and his ACK!.  What a classic. But back to the matter at hand, remember back in the day when cellphones were not an accessory?   Holy schnikeys you had to wait til you got home or to a payphone to call somebody.  And nobody called you while you were tootling down the highway or sitting at the Bob's Big Boy having dinner.  Hmmm   and I lived to tell.  A-mazin', ain't it? Sometimes being unplugged has its' advantages.  You can actually hear yourself think.  I think that scares some folks, though.  Lawd, I feel like Lucy in Peanuts with her, "The Doctor is In" sign.

 

Ah well.  I hear the windchimes outside.  Including the big black cowbell chime.  That means it it REALLY windy.  Another day draws to a close. I'm one day closer to retiring.  And the choir said: YEE-HAW!!