Flash flood warnings, tornado warnings in the area all day.
My trip delayed a day because of weather uncertainties.
At this point, I would be happy to bid TS Cindy adieu.
I know I’m in good company–there are others affected by this latest tropical storm.
Getting ready for a trip out of town. It’s supposed to rain as much as ten inches in the next three days because of a tropical weather system.
That’s making for additional preparations. Should I take umbrellas, rain ponchos? A towel to dry off our two mutts that always travel with us? All of these will be likely be taken.
A new pet barrier was installed between the two front seats in the car. Our dogs are too big to be lap dogs while driving. Maggie will probably still poke her nose behind it–as she tends to get bored easily.
Hoping the rain slacks off as we head northward. Some cooler weather, would also be nice.
Since this post two years ago–I don’t have much to add. Except to say that this particular summer solstice will be a rainy one. Usually it’s hot as blue blazes.
Day when sun’s
Highest in the sky
Making for the longest
Day of the year
How do you intend
By packing the day
Full to the brim with activities
So much so, that you’re uptight
can’t sleep at night?
Or, is it boring
enough to ignore
with a snore
until it goes away?
Perhaps you’ll carry on
the same old way–because
it’s only daylight–what’s
wrong with people?
What’s the big deal?
Half the country is rain-soaked. The other half is suffering from a heat wave. That’s why I’m sharing this piece from two years ago. Also, they grow some fine melons locally.
Pause to refresh
With red, ripe
Of juicy summer
–Image, Craig Roberts–
Out to breakfast at my favorite diner. There seemed to be a lot on this blog about dining.
That should come as no surprise to those who know me. I like to eat–it’s a challenge to enjoy fine dining and stay healthy.
Preparations need to be made for an extended trip out of town. There’s still plenty of time.
This Father’s Day, I’m content to take a back seat–watch children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews. If they attain success, then I’m happy.
The same young man was behind the counter last evening. With so much pent-up energy, he bounced up-and-down while taking customer orders. My faithful favorite burger franchise, decorated with orange and white stripes was about to let me down.
I should have known something was up last time, when my favorite burger with grilled peppers and onions wasn’t on the menu. “Did they still have it?” I inquired. “Yes, ‘Mr. Bounceabout’ answered.”
What a let down. My favorite burger had been discontinued since my last visit. The bouncing counter attendant announced with cold finality.
Disappointed? Yes, but it wasn’t a deal breaker. Why did menu favorites come and go? An acceptable substitute found, and a chance to explore new menu options.
What did I remember most about my father, twenty-two years after his passing?
Like other men of his generation, he wore hats. His favorite was a gray fedora. Fathers, back then dressed up more, than fathers do today.
Most in the community thought him to be extremely patient and even-tempered. They never got on his bad side–like I did, on occasion.
He was a man of faith. His relationship to his maker was most important. We read the Bible aloud, from cover-to-cover, in family devotionals–down to every begat, whereas, and wherefore.
His lame jokes, that made everyone cringe, notwithstanding; if it were possible, on this Father’s Day, I would tell him that his example made a difference.