This is the post I had intended to write yesterday because I had forgotten all about the OBU Blogabout. I used to be almost a little cocky about my ability to remember almost anything without writing it down.
And then I turned 40.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d rather be “in my 40s” than, well, dead, but I never knew how much work it is just to live longer. I’ve never considered myself “high maintenance,” but ever since I turned 40 a couple of years ago, I seem to require more frequent “tune-ups,” if you will. I went to the optometrist to get a prescription for new contacts and he’s sending me to the ophthalmologist. I’ve had to add routine trips to the dermatologist ever since my skin cancer diagnosis this spring. It seems like each of my body parts is starting to require its own specialist all of a sudden. By the time the weekend gets here I will have seen four doctors in the last three weeks. And I’m not even sick! I can’t imagine what life would be like if I actually had something that needed medical attention! So now like the senior citizen I’m rapidly becoming, I’m prattling on and on about my health and doctors’ visits. Don’t you just love old people?
So what were we talking about?
Oh, yes, I was going to tell you what I would have told you yesterday if I hadn’t been celebrating OBU’s birthday. I had planned to tell you about our Labor Day weekend. We had a guest: Tropical Storm Lee. I hesitated to use the word “guest” to describe Lee, but to be fair, I had been hoping for some rain. It had been dry around here and we needed some relief. But have you ever had a guest who just didn’t know when it was time to go home? That would be Lee. He reminded me of a story that I think I heard Tim or Lydia Fowler tell about their grandparents. They’ll have to correct me if I’m wrong. They said that when people overstayed their welcome at their grandparents’ house, their grandfather would pat their grandmother on the leg and say, “Well, Mama, I guess we’d better go to bed so these nice people can go home.” That’s exactly how we felt about Lee.
IMPORTANT BLOG POST UPDATE: It was Tim and Lydia’s uncle, Carrol Fowler, who used to say that. But through the magical world of Facebook, I found out that another college friend, Jenifer Norris, had a granddaddy who also used to say that. As far as I know, Tim and Lydia’s uncle is NOT Jenifer’s granddaddy. Who knows who I heard say it first. I can’t remember which day to blog what so you honestly expect me to remember who told me something over twenty years ago?
He started out as a tropical storm and then was downgraded to a depression, which aptly described our state of mind for at least part of the weekend. We had some big outdoor plans to enjoy the last weekend of summer, but Lee had other plans for us. His plans included fun activities like Tornado Drills in the hall on Labor Day morning before it was even daybreak. Or how about rain leaking in underneath the back door? Good times. In the end, we decided not to let Lee have all the fun and decided to make some for ourselves. Luckily the power didn’t go out, so I blew up the big Aerobed in the middle of the living room floor and when we weren’t huddled together in the hall listening to the tornado sirens, we watched movies together.
I also spent some time reading. I started and finished a book that I think may have to go on my Books You Should Read If We’re Going to Be Friends list. The book is Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand.
My friend Renae had told me about it some time this summer but I just got around to reading it. It usually takes me longer to read nonfiction than fiction books, but I could not put this book down. It’s an amazing story.
So, we read, played games, watched movies, and just enjoyed the pleasure of each other’s company. Eventually Lee got sick of us having fun without him and he finally decided to head out of town. But not before he broke some of our stuff on the way out.
Lee left lots of other yard trash and debris for us to pick up but if you’ve seen one pile of tree limbs, you’ve pretty much seen them all. And we never lost electricity, still have a roof over our heads, and we’re all safe, which is more than too many people can say after Lee crossed their paths.
Having five people stuck in a house for three and a half days leads to piles of trash and debris inside. We never invited Lee inside, but we pretty much trashed the place all by ourselves. I guess we figured we were on vacation and we’d just let the maid handle it when we left. Except we actually live here. And we don’t have a maid. So, I’m going to sign off now and continue to put things back in some sense of order around here.
But first a quick “Coming Events” announcement: Shaun Groves, recording artist and Compassion International advocate, was gracious enough to answer three questions in order to promote his latest CD, Third World Symphony. I had already planned a post to tell you about the CD (I got mine in the mail last week and I love it!) and to give one away to one of you, but now I think I’m going to need to make it a two post event. Hopefully I’ll have those posts up tomorrow and Friday. You don’t want to miss this. I promise. Meet me here. I’ll be waiting.