It is sleeting and the roads are expected to freeze over soon.

I just returned from driving Middle Son to McDonalds, and am hoping my hearing returns sometime soon.

What’s that you say? Why?

Seems the lad went out last night (in my car) to dance the night away. Not at a nightclub (not old enough for that) but at the arcade, letting his feet fly across the brightly lit arrows of Dance, Dance Revolution and In The Groove, two “interactive” video games that require the player to move their feet at the speed of light to touch down on the appropriately lit arrows. The decibel level at such establishments must have acclimated the lad’s hearing, as he seemed undisturbed by the roar coming from my car’s tailpipe.

When he returned, his approach was announced by a sound similar to a jet aircraft coming in for a landing.

“Hmmm….” I thought. “My car did not sound that way when he left.”

He enters and attempts to rush past quickly, averting his eyes.

Ain’t no way.

“Say there son, I noticed the car is emitting some unusual noises.”

He tried to look innocent. He failed. “Uh, yeah, I dunno what happened.”

“Dear child, please, do try to recall,” I implored, or something to that effect, which may have included slightly cruder language.

He continued to proclaim an utter lack of knowledge as to the cause, but was willing to acknowledge that something wasn’t quite right.

Like duh.

It was dark and raining outside though, so further examination of the cause was postponed until the morn. Or mourn in the case of the lad-who-will-be-paying-for-whatever-has-happened.

Come morning, it is still raining. The rain is changing over to sleet and predicted to change over to snow.

This is a good thing LOL

Driving the boy to McDonalds drew fearful stares from other drivers, as the sound of 747 bearing down on you at a stoplight is disconcerting. Fortunately though, since the weather is so horrid, there is no police officer in his right mind who is going to stop us, as the almost-frozen precipitation blown by strong northerly winds stings like a BB shot as it pelts the skin.

So I am delighted it is so miserable outside - LOL

I have called the muffler shop and scheduled an afternoon appointment.

Let’s hope it stays icky outside.

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(Good thing this day of the week doesn’t start with the letter “F” huh? LOL)

Mazoorah has seen better days.

We had NINETY-TWO tornadoes touch down in my state yesterday.

When the radar indicated one bearing down on our area, I began to consider gathering the family and heading for the basement (a prospect almost as frightening as the storms LOL)

I looked around. . .what personal possessions would I grab to take to safety?

I spied a file folder with our birth certificates, car titles, tax forms etc. on the roll-top desk (I’d pulled it out to do the taxes) That would go with me.

My purse. My cell phone. My drug stash - LOL just kidding. . .
they’re already IN my purse (snicker).

The storm turned and missed us, but it got me wondering. . .if you had two minutes to grab stuff and run for the basement, what would YOU take?

I just have to wonder. . .Did we anger our “Christian Deity”?
(Remembering that after Hurricane Katrina, there were those who were crude enough to suggest that New Orleans was facing “the wrath of God” for its unholy behavior.)

Sorry for the lack of humor today. I mourn for those who lost so much yesterday, and for what we may well lose soon, thanks to our legislature.

I have many troubling political thoughts but this is not the forum for them. To get an idea of what is bothering me so, you can read this.

(Disclaimer - I am not responsible for the outrage and high blood pressure this may incite LOL)

I read this story aloud to my family yesterday, and they thought it was a joke - some sort of parody. It is not.

I know this may seem irrelevant to those who do not reside in this state. But remember this Martin Niemöller speech, because YOUR state, YOUR rights, could be next.

First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a communist;
Then they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a socialist;
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a trade unionist;
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—because I was not a Jew;
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak out for me.

Peace and joy to all.

Missouri tornadoes
Missouri legislature

Categories: Family