Earl's just waving hello...
A quick Earl joke: A friend, who lives in Atlanta, texted me to tell me she’s coming to town this weekend for a visit. I told her I was excited and expressed my hope that Earl would not be visiting us at the same time. A few minutes went by, and then she replied, “Who’s Earl?” (This was before the news and Facebook became nothing but Earl-Earl-Earl-Earl.) When I reminded her of the storm, she laughed and said Earl sounded “more like that disagreeable cousin every family has and doesn’t like to invite over.” And I thought, yeah, that’s about right.
This morning started gray. A perfect sleeping-in morning, except we didn’t sleep in. After a morning of watching A. (playing with now-ironic green BP trucks and reading books about construction sites), I had my annual physical check-up (“Well, you’re healthy,” was the official result).
Then I ran errands and came home to pick up everything that could potentially be blown around our yard and put it in the garage. Our back patio (i.e. concrete slab) is nice and clear of patio furniture and various garden-related things that had been abandoned there since the garden had started its decline.
The afternoon has become increasingly windy, and while I moved chairs off our patio the gate in our fence kept slamming shut. Now the sky is the color of steel and the bending trees are indication of what’s just off our shores.
In all likelihood, we’ll sleep through any drama that comes our way. Classes for tomorrow have not been cancelled (my students have their first exam, so apparently they don’t pray hard enough). But, we’ve still got the three-day weekend to look forward to. And hopefully we won’t have too much to rake up during said weekend.
Hello, Earl. Be kind.
