I sat in the car after braving the deluge from school to car, my hair dripping onto my face. My head throbbed and my vision blurred from the weight of the work day. Rain streamed down the windshield, creating a soft-focus, water-textured filter over the gray day.
Not really.
But I do love it when the sun’s rays shoot out from behind the clouds.
It’s like my inner three-year-old jolts to life or something. I’m all, “Yes! Do it again!”
This week has been tough, like two weeks of work jam-packed into one and two days of feeling running over by the head cold Mack truck.
And tonight was the funeral-home visitation for Kevin’s grandmother, who passed away Wednesday, after more than two weeks of misery and suffering in the hospital.
She was an amazing woman, Mae Simpson, and she will be terribly missed by her family and friends.
The last thing she said to Kevin, after telling him he needed to go home and be with his family instead of sitting at the hospital with her, was that she was going to be all right “either way.”
This afternoon, staring at the sun rays, I couldn’t help but wonder what the view was like from her side.
I love it when the sun looks like a ball! And through a tree is even better. 🙂
One of the many things I love about my DroidX is its awesome built-in camera app. It’s easy to use (just click!), has a number of scenes to choose from (like macro, steady, and night scenes), and it takes good pictures (as good as my Canon digital).
I’m getting into the habit of taking pictures more and more, too. (Of course, this commitment to post a picture every day hasn’t hurt any. 😉 I try to keep it handy, and if I have the feeling good photo ops are coming up, I’ll open the app and hit sleep, so when I push the button, the camera is ready.
One day last week, we were stopped at the light at the corner of Witt Road and Highway 29, headed home after picking up the boys from our sitter, Susie’s, and — BAM! — there was this eye-blasting sunset behind the trees. I had just enough time to snap the picture before it calmed into a blur of still-beautiful color.
You can see the rosy spots on the picture. They make it seem like that flash of light was just too much for the camera.
It reminds me of really early Aretha Franklin recordings. She’s belting it out so big that the recording equipment just can’t contain it. Chills!
Okay, no ducks.
Just geese. Lots of geese.
All in the way when I was trying to leave school today.
If I were a squirrel would I still love the view up a winter tree?
Or would I, having always known it, never even really see it?
My boys spent some time in the woods today.
They crossed the creek, braved the briars, and skirted the snake. And they returned to me full of energy, with a renewed bond between them and bearing new “Indian names.”
Kevin is “Badger”; Lucas is “Wild Cat”; Atticus is “Stalking Wolf”; and I am “Spirit Moon Water.”
More on the Native American theme later. 😉
At least, I think it was sleet, anyway.
And since there’s been a lot of talk today on both Facebook and Twitter about all the different types of icy precipitation, I have cause to ponder it.
First, it was icy, so it couldn’t have been freezing rain, since that freezes only after it hits the ground.
Second, it seemed like a stream of icy/watery stuff. Streaming diagonally. I don’t know what conclusion this leads to.
And there’s no third.
I’m going with my initial estimation: sleet. Enough of it to get us out of school an hour early today and two hours late tomorrow, if there’s no additional ice or snow tonight.
And what do I know anyway?
I’ve never even heard of thundersnow until today.
(And guess what? That red squiggly line tells me that neither has Firefox.)
I think I could live with waking up to this view every morning.
I took this picture in June 2008.
We were headed to Grandfather Mountain from gorgeous Blowing Rock, N.C., where we stayed at the Hemlock Inn for a long weekend that also included a day at Tweetsie Railroad.
I’m so glad there was a pull-off at this rock! The road was much too curvy for us to have stopped for a picture without one.