Yesterday was a very silly day. First, Mom mistook the time of her therapy and I came to pick her up an hour early. Then, I misread her schedule and thought she was scheduled on the wrong day, only to find out I was reading in the wrong month.
It went on like that: not a bad day, just a persistently silly one. I didn’t find my lost knitting needle, but I found one of the same size in Mom’s closet. ONE of the same size, not another pair. That’s just silly!
At any rate, I don’t want to write an entire post about a silly day, because it was silly, not funny. So I’ll post a picture of a storm party and hope today makes a little more sense than yesterday did.
What is a storm party? Reasonably enough, it’s a party one has during a storm. We started it when next-door grandson was little. #1 daughter and her husband don’t have a basement so, in a severe storm or under a hurricane warning, they come to our house. Mom does have a basement, but she usually comes to our house, too. We have hurricane lamps and candles in case the power goes out, and I usually have water or juice and snacks.
The idea was to not scare the wee grandson, so we didn’t say they were taking shelter, we said they were coming to a storm party. Now we still call it that, and he brings a game or two and we talk and laugh and play and have a pretty good time.
After all, why not?
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character has to take shelter from a severe storm with relatives.
JaneJanuary 24, 2013 at 11:53am
Really? Go into a storm shelter with MY family? I’d rather hunker down in a ditch!
Marian AllenJanuary 24, 2013 at 1:05pm
Bwa-ha-ha-ha-haaaaaaaa! With Bubba and the kitties. Hmmm….sounds like an awesome name for a cartoon show.