Growing up in a family where both parents had been in the Navy, we have a lot of nautical terms woven into our vernacular. "Red sky in morning, Sailor take warning; Red sky at night, Sailor's delight", is one that's stuck. So is hollering, "ON DECK!!" when you drop something. This was the sky this morning - so, no matter what the weatherman says, I'm expecting weather. Hopefully, not really, really bad weather. While I can brave through snowstorms, rain, thunder and lightning, I am a pure fraidy cat when it comes to wind. I cannot sleep through it. I lie in bed listening so hard my ears hurt for sounds of roofs being ripped off, sheep flying, rabbits calling for their mommy (that would be I). About 99.9 percent of the time, when I look outside in the morning, the worst thing that has happened are a few branches down and a tarp halfway off. But it still gives me the willies.
Thanksgiving? I did not pull out my soapbox, have my say or even hint around. There was too much hubbub which included my great-nephew who took issue with just about everything that went on. He's a cutie, but nearing that terrible-twos phase. It makes my two kittens seem so quiet and tame. I don't know how older parents can take it. My holiday can be summed up thusly: ate too much, drank too little, drove too much, slept too little. A nice balance, more or less.