Sunday afternoon I saw this article pop up on my computer: "How to social distance while hunkering down in a tornado shelter"
I knew it was just all too much. Oh, lord.
Double disasters, terrible for some parts of the south. How did a nursing home move 55 Alzheimers patients at night in a storm? Those nurses and aides are saints, saints.
The other saints are the southern men...….. all those men who drive all those pickup trucks.
Ladies, when you are in trouble, you need one of those men with a pickup truck (sometimes called "bubbas". They have a truck, they have jumper cables, they have a chainsaw, and they will be the first one to stop when you are disabled beside the road, or there is a tree blocking your driveway.
We were lucky here. The debris is mostly taken away now. I won't complain about a 3-day lapse in internet, power, and phone because others were hit more badly.
So, here we are. Amazingly, the petals are still on the dogwoods, and the mountains are green.
And the hummingbirds returned yesterday.
Stay well,
Kathleen
6 comments:
Hi, Kathleen! Do you need masks? Glad to make and send for you and hubby! Sharon
sharon at sharonstroud dot com
Thanks for recognizing how good it is and not whining about how bad it was. The attitude makes all the difference in getting things done.
I'm glad you came through so well. That yard would call me too.
Bubba means "brother" and we've known a few. They treat you like family! Glad you're OK :)
Thiis was lovely to read
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