The time is now

Another round of severe storms.

Nothing like anything ever experienced in the past.

What? Just a cycle?

Or a coincidence?

In Pennsylvania?

Tornadoes across the entire state, for 3 days in a row?

Ok, so it is May, a prime month for severe storms.

Some say it is normal.

It happens every few years.

No.

It doesn’t.

Believe it or not, climate change is playing havoc in our country, and across the globe.

History repeats itself.

Look at the rise and fall of the Roman empire.

Are we next?

Is it too late to change this disastrous course?

This morning, I took a drive past the corn and soybean fields and marveled at the beauty of the countryside.

And by the afternoon, the sky darkened with the threat of violent weather, with torrential rain, flooding the saturated ground.

If there was ever a cause that required our immediate attention, it is now, before it is too late.

I wonder: It is already too late?

Wolf

Oh no! Will the storm destroy my home?

2 days of ridiculous storms.

What the hell?

After living in the Midwest for most of my life, a tornado was nothing like this.

Then?

A siren.

The sky?

Dark.

Move to the basement.

Take cigs and beer.

In 30 minutes, wait for the “all clear” and resume normal life.

The past 2 days?

Nothing normal about those rogue cells creeping across the state of Pennsylvania, relentless, with heavy rain, hail and winds.

Is the end near?

If so, I was prepared.

Headed for the nearest bar.

Beer please, and keep it coming.

Somehow, being with the regulars eased my pain.

As the torrential rain and hail subsided, I said a few hail marys and ventured home.

Not sure it is over yet, but I have decided, if it is meant to be, I will either be in Kansas tonight, with Toto, or in Pennsylvania, with a most unusual onslaught of terror.

If we all survive, a lesson has been learned.

Think back to John Lennon and “Imagine.”

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man

When all is said and done, it is not what we own, it is who we are and what we share with others.

Wolf

Remembering

Early bird on a Memorial Day.

Chirp chirp.

Was surprised to find a few places open, for breakfast and for grocery shopping.

Ran into the walking Ron on the roadway, so he hopped in for a ride home.

From there, it was a quiet day, all except for the coughing.

I wonder if I should let the coughing ensue, or continue to suppress it with meds.

It is ruffling my chicken butt feathers.

Wanted to go to the parade, but did not want to hang out in public coughing my W@#%#@#%#@% off.

I did, however, get a great dose of vitamin D on the deck, on such a lovely spring day.

All in all, a quiet day to reflect on those who gave their lives in honor of our country.

Now, on Tuesday, the fireworks are already beginning, with thunder, lightning and yes, more rain.

Ain’t life grand?

Wolf

A solemn holiday

Upcoming surgery for Sissy Belle this week.

In anticipation, it was Sunday brunch at a newly opened restaurant.

Michael, the waiter, was fabulous.

We enjoyed our meal and drinks, and had to stay for a few blasts after dinner.

A delightful day, warm, sunny and summer like.

The rain held off until I got home.

All in all, the weekend has been spectacular.

Memorial Day tomorrow: A parade to honor those who gave their lives for our freedom.

A time to remember, to reflect and to cherish the soldiers who sacrificed everything for the love of our country.

May they all rest in peace.

Wolf

Communication is the key to settling differences.

What diffuses anger?

A very tricky situation today.

He said, she said.

Did it really matter who was right or who was wrong?

Tempers flared.

2 points of view.

The reaction?

A typical one: Get mad and leave.

Hey, wait.

Let’s discuss.

No, I am right.

I am leaving.

I am never coming in here again.

Finally, a willingness to listen, to look at the situation from both sides.

Is this situation really all that important?

Perhaps it was just a misunderstanding.

Is it worth creating a scene?

Storming out?

Let’s hear what both of you have to say.

A sense of calmness prevailed, as the incident was replayed from both sides.

Remember to choose your battles carefully.

Some just aren’t worth it.

Wolf

Just because

Friday?

Supposedly the best day of the week.

Well, ok, for those who still work, Monday through Friday.

For me?

I love Fridays, along with Sundays, Mondays, etc. etc. etc.

Why?

Because… just because.

I wake up in the morning, to see if I am still alive and breathing.

If yes?

Wow!

It is time to celebrate.

Don’t ask what the celebration is…. It is simply my life.

50 plus years, working and what do I have to show for it?

A great attitude.

A handful of friends.

A love/hate relationship with a cat.

A penchant for adventure, along with a sense of humor.

A lifetime of memories.

And most of all?

Living in the moment.

For every day that I am still here, on this planet, I hope we will meet again, to share another day of our short time on this earth.

That, my friends, is all there is.

Wolf

My first born

When I had my first baby, I named her Laura.

She was so small that she had to stay in the hospital for a few days before I could take her home.

What kind of a car seat should I get for her to take her home?

After all, she was tinier than a newly born bird.

My friends told me: Don’t get one yet. Wait til she grows a little.

I wondered what I should feed her.

Breast feed?

No, I was too old for that.

Come to think of it, I was too old to have a baby.

I called my husband to let him know we now had a daughter.

He told me I was delusional or drunk, and to call him back when I sobered up.

Then I remembered my husband was no longer alive.

Who the hell was that on the phone?

I drove to the hospital to get her.

She wasn’t there.

Someone said she was at college, in Pittsburgh.

Why Pittsburgh?

No one knew, nor did they want to comment.

It was then that I woke up this morning.

I looked around for Laura.

Nope.

No husband, no baby.

Just me and the cat.

What the hell?

My advice?

Don’t take too much cold medicine at bed time.

You could wake up looking for babies and dead husbands.

Wolf

Taking the cure

To be or not to be.

Expanding on that thought; To behave or not to behave.

A spring chicken with a spring cold, all stuffed up, coughing and sneezing decided to ignore the cold, and to take the cure.

Started out with a lovely meal: Catfish, veggies and mac and cheese.

Feeling no better.

Not to be deterred, stopped for a hot toddy.

Did I say “a” hot toddy?

I lied.

Several toddies later, among at least a zillion raucous, crazy friends, I took a health check on my cold.

Is it gone?

Nope, still there.

Feeling lousy?

Who cares?

It’s been said that laughter is the best medicine.

I would like to change that: A mixed drink of booze sprinkled heavily with laughter may not cure a cold, but it is sure makes life fun.

Wolf

It was that $#@#% jelly doughnut

Even with a cold, I had to have a jelly doughnut and coffee while I waited for my car to get serviced.

Then the coughing began.

It was so bad, I went outside, to be alone, with my cough, to read a book.

Cough drop?

Didn’t help.

Wouldn’t you know it: The service guys, sales people, and other customers just had to stop to talk to me.

Not sure why, but they were all in a very friendly, happy mood.

By then, my coughing was reduced to a dull roar, but the more I talked, the worse it got.

As soon as the car was ready, I stopped at the pharmacy for my favorite over the counter meds and the coughing was finally under control.

What a relief!

I had to celebrate.

Cheesy garlic bread, to keep the vampires away, a salad, to pretend to be eating healthy, and 2 hot toddies, please…… just because.

When the boys started strolling in after work, it was time for me to pack it up and go home.

Yeah, so I felt lousy today.

Life can be that way.

My advice?

Suck it up, have some fun, and indulge in honey jack with tea and honey, when things get rough.

Wolf

In the air

I can hardly contain myself.

I could feel it “coming in the air” since Friday.

First the wild and crazy sneezing, followed by the expected sore throat, and now?

Coughing like a wild banshee.

Of course the cursed coughing had to show up during a non stop thunder storm last night.

Either way, it was not a night for sleeping.

Up early, to take the buggy in for a vehicle check up.

Packing my “lunch” Day quil, cough drops, a book, and coffee.

I should wear a paper bag on my head to protect the patrons from my diseased state.

Cheers to everyone on this steamy, stormy and sickly Monday!!

Wolf