Last night sometime between 2 am and 3 am I was sleeping soundly, finally…I was sleeping.
In my right ear I hear a whisper, “hey mama. ”
I was dreaming about a tall, handsome Pawnee man who was playing pool in a bar. He had a long shiny ponytail and was wearing pressed wranglers and Ostrich skin round-toed ropers. He looks up, smiles a warm smile then shoots and makes his shot.
“mamaaaa” Louder in my right ear.
The handsome Pawnee man disappears. I am no longer dreaming. Disappointment.
Auto-pilot mom answer, “ what sweetie? ”
Wee One asks, ” do you hear that sound? ”
deja vu? no, Wee has woken me up during storms before.
Marvin lets out a protesting cat squeak from under the bulky comforter. Wee One is squishing him.
Instantly, my eyes fly open in the dark. I strain my ears to hear. Faint thunder and a few flashes of lightening. I can hear the wind howling and building off in the distance. It is loud, the loudest I have heard in a couple of years. I was getting a bit alarmed, very much unlike myself. The windows were rattling. Not a good sign.
I hoped it was just wind and not a tornado, we were under a watch when I went to bed.
I grab Wee’s hand and we go into the living room where I had left hubs watching the weather about 11:30 pm. He normally keeps watch. Not last night, he was sleeping soundly on the couch as the storm hit.
I peek in on Bubba, he is oblivious to the storm. The deep slumber of teenagers……….I am so envious.
Hubs heard us and woke up. He says, “damn, that wind is really blowing, do ya think we need to go to the cellar?”
I know I am not getting into any cellar unless an F4 is coming right at me…but I keep silent.
Wee One burrows down into the couch and quilts still warm from hubs. Wee says, “hurry, turn on the weather at 23 (he means channel fox23)”
I turn on the TV and see we are getting pummeled by a squall line with at least 75-95+ mph straight-line winds and golfball-baseball size hail. nice.
Some great storm-watcher you are hubs….
These photos were taken just before dark yesterday evening. We had a beautiful evening and spent it outside.
It is a given in Oklahoma, when ya go to bed and the skies look like that, it’s gonna storm like hell.
I have spent the better part of my morning hunting for missing items. I walked our 30 acres and the county road ditches. So far still on the missing list:
- Scooter’s favorite aluminum feed tub(I am most unhappy about this item)
- 1 heavy-duty metal Tonka truck (the old heavy type, might be an antique)
- 2 feed buckets (one old, one new)
- 1 basketball (not the Wilson)
- 1 metal rake (junk)
- 1 rubbermaid trashcan (it was empty)
- 1 orange plastic kickball (Wee’s not gonna be happy)
- part of a fishing pole (more junk as far as I am concerned)
Our window frames to the North have hail damage. The barn roof has hail damage. Better the roof than my equines.
No fitness center for me today. Too busy and I already had my heart-rate climbing work out doing all that early morning walking.
The only good part about last night’s storm, it took away all the smoke we’ve been breathing in because of land-owners burning off their dead grass the last few days. Everywhere ya look, the ground is charred.
Indian Camp horses.
They look awful hungry…..makes me sad.
Tons of new baby goats!
Can you make out the little brown one? I took the photo at night and my camera has been messing up.
Wee One and I saw twins being born one morning. Occasionally he still asks why so much blood. Poor kid!
Well, off to make the big decision to call the insurance company or not?
However, that is not the biggest question of the day….the BIGGEST question of the day is, will Bubba’s home baseball game be called off due to the field being too wet?