I am sitting here watching the wind blow the tree branches around. It is getting windier as we progress into the afternoon. "They" are telling us it will be blizzard conditions soon and last until Thursday morning. "They" are also telling of other major storms through out the country.
Which got me thinking of past storms, past memories and some of the stories Dad and I would talk about. Like the time, right after my divorce, when I told people "back" where I had lived I was really trying to be sympathetic but it was 70 plus degrees in the hill country of Texas. Later that same day a "norther" blew in and the temp dropped 40 degrees in a few hours. (I never bragged about the temps to people 'up north' again!) Or the storms Dad and I talked about, as we were checking the supplies to make sure I didn't have to 'fight' my way to the store, and of how Mom ALWAYS had a two week supply on hand. Dad even told me of the snow storm the day he was born (April 20th) that made his mother (my grandmother) have to stay in the hospital "extra" days because she "couldn't get home." And they lived in St. Paul!
So...... Memories...... A nice cup of tea, some praise music playing, knowing the supplies are here for food, knitting and quilting. Then the memories....... Another time of laughing...so we don't start screaming!!