It's a rainy morning with no definite plans or places to be. The coffee is very good this morning and The Boys and The Trio all seem to be getting along. Of course, that could change at any moment. We welcome the calm. The rain and the cooler temps to come might just be what the remaining tomato plants need to push through for one more harvest. We actually had to buy tomatoes for our tacos this past weekend.
I was deleting emails yesterday when I came across the Garden and Gun magazine's fall reading list. While my reading is half in present or current fiction and half of biographies of people in the twentieth century. I am looking forward to my Texas book that Dena sent. I also need to finish up my waiting room book since not many anticipated appointments in the near future and the story is finally getting more interesting. One of the books on the Garden and Gun list, Lynn Wyatt. If you don't run in social circles, upper echelon social circles, you have no idea who she is but because she ran those social circles out of a swankienda, term used by Maxine Messenger social and gossip columnist for the Houston Chronicle back in the day, in Houston, I know her name. Her husband is Oscar Wyatt, who has a whole history of his own in the oil and gas industry. I have just spent most of the morning reading Texas Monthly articles from back in the day. I kind of remember some of this but I was mostly, like any other eventful news, worried about my hair.
Oh my, the reports are coming in with all the uncertainty of a tropical storm/system/hurricane making landfall in the Carolinas. Ugh! I was looking at FB memories in-between all my TM reading and a year ago today, we cleaned out the gutters on the back porch. Roy brought up cleaning out the gutters Tuesday as he and Mike looked at some things we would like him to do in the back. We now have a company that comes and cleans out our gutters once a year, after fall is over but since we just began fall, this week, they won't be here till November. So as we keep our eyes on the Lord and happy we stocked up on Pop Tarts, which we never eat unless there is a threat of bad weather, our eyes and ears are attune to weather updates.
Along with last years memory, I read about September 25, 2008- the electricity came back on after being without it for twelve days because of hurricane Ike, as I was recovering from the heart thing that had been diagnosed on September 11th. The quest was to find cool air. In hindsight the "have to" adjust made me stronger and more determined. The electricity came back two days after my first follow up cardiologist appointment, where each nurse, tech and Dr said, we thought you had probably died over the first weekend of Ike. Nope, but a few months later I moved on, a cardiologist in the Med Center, one of the best.
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Monday morning, last Monday of September, foggy now with rain chances later. The good news is the storm is being pulled out to sea by the bigger hurricane Humberto. Thank you, Lord! We joined with thousands of others for this outcome. My heart felt so heavy thinking about enduring lots of rain and wind. The rain would not be like last year, but it doesn't help with those feelings for people who lost everything including loved ones. For us, we didn't have much damage of note but it was the start of that long six weeks of being so sick.
There is much rejoicing from the weekend, but I'm carrying a bit of sadness too or reflections I have put away for a while. The good news of the storm, wonderful for WNC. On Saturday afternoon we attended a much anticipated and joyful wedding out in beautiful Burnsville. For the families there were many obstacles to overcome, adjustments and much to give to God arriving at the ceremony. There were so many unique things but don't want to say until the family releases pics and such. After the ceremony we hightailed it out of Burnsville trying to get to Marshall for our friend's stores grand reopening. A year to the date of Helene. The town was full of people thus full of cars and we could not find a parking spot to run in for the last 15 minutes before closing for the day. It was my first time back in Marshall because I could not bear to see it so destroyed. The town has come back but there is so many building and places that are gone. We are also coming to the conclusion that Fido might be gone. This is the longest time he has not returned for his special meals and garage sleeping. We hold a good thought but I am feeling such sadness if this is reality. He was good at sensing danger and staying away from it. He was not tempted by the road and rarely went down the gravel road. There will be such a hole in our hearts if this is true. On several occasions we tried to bring him in to live but he didn't like it. He wanted to be outside. Roy just went out with brunch and Fido still a no show. Roy had put that line in his mind if he didn't show up this time, the inevitable thought is, he is gone. I am fighting back tears. He has been a fixture for Roy since 2022.
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