Fat Tuesday 2013

I woke up early this morning, not unusual as I like to check the clock and see how much time I have before the alarm goes off.  But this morning everything was dark.  No clock illumination, no street lights from outside, just darkness and the sound of rain.

I fumbled in the dark looking for my cell phone.  How did we get along before cell phones?  While I was setting the phone alarm clock, I started getting text messages..."School starts at 11:00 am. No electricity. Text others who need to know."  That's what I call a good Fat Tuesday message.  I crawled back under the covers and didn't get up until 8:30 a.m.

The rain was still coming down as I drank my first cup of coffee.  Who needs Mardi Gras beads when God will toss down rain for a fabulous Fat Tuesday celebration?

Atmosphere

I pulled up to the curb in front of the school library at about 5:30 p.m.  The sun was low in the sky but still putting out plenty of light. I unlocked the door and went in.

I spent about two hours trying to catch up on school work.  The clock on the wall suggested it was time for me to head home so I set the alarm and exited the building.

It was dark and misty outside with a drizzly rain hanging in the air.  It felt like what I image being in the bogs is like. I could almost hear howling from the hound of the Baskervilles.

Is it just the Stephen King book I've been listening to in my car or is it really creepy out here?

My Mom's Girls

My mom's girls,
She wore them around her neck
on a chain.
November, January, July.
80, 81, 82.
Mom's gone now,
so the girls travel with me,
hanging from a chain
on my rear view mirror.
Mari, Lisa, Beth.