I’d gone to TLC’s casa
Wednesday morn. She had a doctor’s appointment and I had a “Grammy Nanny”
appointment with Little Leighton (LL)! I was spending one night. LL and I
played and played and napped and laughed and sang and played some more. Heaven.
All the while I was makin’ my memories with My Grandbaby Angel Girl, I was hearing
that the Second Wave was inevitable. By the Way: Our Dallas/Ft. Worth Weather
Peeps have placed themselves in some pickles the past few years. Several times,
they’ve made us all overreact with fear, based on their wild predictions of
tornadoes and storms—Rain and Ice and Snow. Oh MY. We mostly agree—it’s probably
wise to be overly cautious—especially when it comes to tornadoes and
ice/snowstorms. However, we seem to find ourselves fairly skeptical.
Even though TLC and I
live two hours away from each other—about 110 miles one way—we’re considered to
be in the same geographical region—that of North Central Texas. Yet our weather could not be more different.
Like, WAY different. A lot. TLC’s city has received significantly more rain
that we’ve been blessed with out here in the “sticks.” Yes, all of Texas
The “experts” were
predicting the precipitation, in the form of sleet and ice, would hit early Thursday
evening. It would be coming from the Northwest. MSH and I live west/southwest
of TLC. MSH and I agreed I should be safe if I left TLC's home by 12:30 yesterday to head to our home. And I did. Well,
okay. It was 12:34 when I
drove away from her curb. I hit
icy/sleety rain an hour into my journey. (Sigh. Well, 1:30 . 6:00ish. Close enough, Weather Wizards.) There
was some white-knuckling as I held on to my steering wheel for dear life. I’m
certainly no scientist, but the roads had evidently been warm enough for
several days—allowing even the bridges and overpasses to be only a teensy
scary. My white-knuckles came from other drivers speeding past me. Like fools.
Crazy, insane fools. Endangering all of us trying to keep our cars from being
wrecked. As well as our bodies. Makes me nUtS.
I literally got home in
the nick of time. As I drove up our hill and into our garage, a steady amount
of sleet started falling. I breathed a sigh of relief. MSH helped me unload
(I’d taken enough clothes to last for three days—in case the weathermen and
gals were quite off on their time-line of pending doom.) I went straight for my
jammies and got on our couch! Drug myself off to have some chicken taco soup for
supper. Then got off, again, to drag myself to bed. I’m not going to lie. I got back on said couch first
thing this morning. Until two hours ago. Yes, I could be a professional “slug.”
At this time, TLC, Her
Hubby and LL are chillin’. Literally. Praying their electricity doesn’t go out.
A couple of hours ago, 240,000 homes in the Dallas
As I type this, I’m
watching a big group of Cardinals (about 15 of 'em—that’s big to moi)—males and
females—looking for the seed we put out as often as possible, in six
birdfeeders, at the back of our home. I have a perfect view of their swooping dives and carefree escapades from my office. It
looks like a Hallmark Christmas card out there. (I do love me some Hallmark
Christmas cards, folks.)
You might be thinkin' I’m bored. I'd agree. This is long. Ridiculously long. I shall end. If you happen to be somewhere
toasty (anywhere above 40 degrees), please say a little prayer for all of the
States affected by Icemageddon. There're many. We’d be grateful. Truly.
Heading for a hot cup of
tea. Actually, I hope I find some cocoa! I'm pretty sure I need chocolate.
Smooches, Sweeties Everywhere!
