Thunder Storms and Safe Places

Last night as the lightning blazed against the dark sky, BG and I went outside to sit on the front step to feel and smell the storm.  We kept our eyes on the foothills so we wouldn't miss the beautiful light show.  Too soon the wind picked up, blowing leaves in my glass of wine, and then big drops began to fall so we headed inside.  (Somehow the wind caught the screen door wrenching it out of my hand against the house and twisting the frame.  Another honey-do for the dh.)  We watched for a few more minutes, but it was a short-lived storm.  We do love to watch a thunder storm.

Abra and I decided to watch Dr. Who; we have made it up to the third doctor played by John Pertwee.  While we were curled up on the couch with a bowl of buttered popcorn, I noticed the twins running between the dining room and upstairs, but as I was focusing on the doctor, I didn't pay much attention to what they were doing.  By the time I was ready for bed, Abby was throwing up and Abra was saying she thought she was too sick for school.  Such is life.

This morning while continuing the search for my missing brains (composition notebook with every thought, book, idea for school) I looked behind the dining room table.  There I found blankets, pillows, books, notebooks, pencils, pens, two containers of cereal, an old cell phone, and several owl banks.  I asked BG what they were up to, and she told me that was their safe space during storms completely stocked with all the necessities.  Ah, that's what they were so busy with last night.  I like safe places with life's necessities.  That's what my home is, and no doubt, why I rarely feel the need to leave.

Woke up today to snow and temperature in the 20s.  By 11:00 most of the snow has melted and the sky is a bright, clear blue.  My spirits have soared with the clearing sky.

I've been crocheting granny squares like crazy, using up bits of old yard.  The twins are arranging the squares into an interesting color pattern.  While working on the border, I noticed that I had used two different crochet hooks, supposedly the same size. Supposedly but not actually the same size.  Consequently, there are two different sizes of granny squares.  As I dream of making beautiful yarn creations, my granny squares don't even match up.  The twins don't care; they think it's beautiful.  Both of them have been busy making their own creations.  They aren't afraid of mistakes.  Indeed they turn their mistakes into their own unique styles.  Why can't I be like my children.

I picked up The Wisdom of Menopause by Christiane Northrup.  All because of the title.  'Wisdom'.  If there's any wisdom in this foggy brain, I want to find it.  First time I flipped through the book it fell open to the page on belly fat!  So appropriate.

On religious thought, I finished a book by Marcus Borg.  Can't recall the title right now, but it seemed a rehash of some of his other books I've read.  Along with that, I read Jesus Through Pagan Eyes by Mark Townsend.  I appreciated it.

For current reads I have Paul and Jesus by James Tabor (so far worthwhile) and I Don't Believe in Atheists by Chris Hedges (no opinion yet).  I'm finishing up the Wicked Years with Out of Oz.  If I leave too many years between books, I'm apt to forget what happened in the story.  Then I have to go back and re-read.  No wonder it takes me so long to read anymore.

And....

I'm so sick of scandal, popes retiring, cardinals resigning, the vatican imploding, conservative know-it-alls and liberal know-it-alls.  let's throw them all out along with the representatives in washington and start over.  with a new plan.  would it be any better?  could it be any worse?  i need earplugs and blinders.