The Birds

Big-time thunderstorms and winds moved through the NC Piedmont last Thursday evening. This was part of that wide band of nasty that ran through the entire mid-Atlantic that day. The next morning, my lot and driveway were just a wall-to-wall carpet of branches and leaves. There is nothing abnormal about that in the summer around here, though I did lose another oak to the big winds. This one landed safely in the middle of the woods, far away from propane tank and house.

Friday morning, as I waddled down the steps to start some clothes in the dryer before getting ready for work, I noticed that there was some additional carnage with which to deal.

Passing of the Torch

For the better part of the last 13 years or so, even to this day, I have spun the same parental rap when one of my kids is about to drive somewhere. The rap goes something like:

• Is your cell phone charged?
• Take it easy and keep an eye on your speed.
• Make sure you wear your seat belt.
• Text me when you get there (or get back).

Since they are all adults now, I understand that this behavior of mine is probably awkward for them. However, it gives me some sense of peace of mind – and at the end of the day, it really is all about me, right? So they all shine it on for me.