We had an awesome storm today. Not at all wintry. More like a vanguard of March–thunder, wind, big fat raindrops that turned the bird bath into a liquid popcorn popper. The wind went wiggidy there for a bit, blowing over my neighbor’s glider swing, even setting off our city’s famous-for-being-after-the-fact siren system. I love that thing. It’s like an obnoxious announcer screeching, “Hello, Marshallites! In case you didn’t notice that your roof just blew off and soft-ball sized hail is shredding your sofa, we’re here to clue you in.”
I weathered (and thoroughly enjoyed) the storm alone, because George and Jacob are in Dallas today attending a Friends of Hope camp for brain-injury survivors. Though I’d be willing to bet that no one who just read the previous sentence felt pangs of jealousy for not being invited, I promise you, if you went, you’d be amazed for many beautiful reasons. (I shared some thoughts on previous camps here and here, if you’re interested.) So, I’m eagerly awaiting their return this evening when I get to hear all about their adventures.
To make the party even partier, Craig Nash is also arriving this evening. He’s on vacation this week and wanted a place to “rest and get some writing done.” Of course we gladly opened the Damoff Retreat Center (aka our house) to accommodate his resting and writing needs. However, I did warn him that no one is allowed to begin a writing day without first doing the Happy Good Morning Dance. I hope he’s been practicing. (Hey, people, I get my amusement where I can find it.)
Even if Craig’s high kicks fail to impress, he’s hilarious and will be tons o’ fun to have around. And maybe, if he’s really serious about getting some work done, I might be inspired to accomplish something, too! Good times with a side dish of productivity. Perfect.
Feel free to come be good and productive with us. And don’t worry if you hear a scary sounding siren when you drive into town. That just means the storm is already over.