Stormy weather

I just mentioned to Karen over at Karen's Korner that I saw where they were having storms in her neck of the woods. I told her that tornadoes are very frightening to me and I used to have nightmares about them. They started when my mom was diagnosed with cancer in 1990 (stress does weird things) and there was a certain order to them. I averaged about one a month. They would start out with me being in a place and there were storm warnings and a threat of tornadoes but no immediate danger. Well, as the years went on, the dreams got scarier until finally I was in a building, laying on the floor and a tornado hit the building and I slid across the floor, but I did survive. I never had one after that. The end of my nightmares coincided with the end of my mother's life. Isn't that strange but beautiful, in a way?

My baby granddaughters may be released from the hospital as I type this. The kids were told Saturday that today might be the day and of course, they are both petrified. Babies will go home on monitors and with meds to treat reflux and something else, I don't recall what. I am grateful that daughter-in-law has had this past month to recuperate from the c-section because she will need all the strength she can muster for this next phase. I will go down there from time to time to help out as time allows until she can get a routine going and handle things on her own. My son will have a short break from seminary next week so he can help her out. Bless their hearts.

Sam and I went to a visitation tonight at a local funeral home. The man that died was our church's pianist's husband. They just celebrated 51 years of marriage. He was diagnosed with cancer only a few months ago and it took him so quickly. As we were standing in line waiting to pay our respects, I was watching people (my favorite pastime) and mentioned to Sam that there are certain types of folks that seem to really love going to funerals and visitations. You see them searching the room with expectant looks on their faces, hoping to see an old school mate or a friend, and then they wave and slap each other on the back or hug each other with such delight. I wonder if maybe they are just so glad to be alive that it makes them giddy. I just wonder about things like that, don't you?

We came home and ate a late supper of tacos so we're staying up a little later than normal to let them settle in our tummies.

Sweet dreams to you all.