No Bad Weather

Driving down the street from the Big House to Dairy Queen. Wasn’t intending to arrive at Dairy Queen, but turns out I didn’t even make it that far. Packs of tornadoes, twenty or more. Didn’t see it until it hit – blinding gray-white wall – threw me out of the Fit, into the ditch. Dug my hands into the somewhat soupy ground until it passed. Twisting funnels drilling the ground in the west, headed who knew where. Somehow got back to the Big House to warn everyone.

When I woke up, I learned that the only severe weather potentially headed our way was in the form of ice, not wind. And that ice never really did anything after all.

Anyway, before the service started that morning, Puck ran up with his latest art project from Sunday School, a crayon collage, tweaking the final product in the few minutes that remained.

“I need some scissors. Got any ‘siz’, Mom?”

While he ran back to the Sunday School room to dig up said tool, Rose passed me a pack of belated birthday gifts which included a leather Berkman keychain. I had just enough time to add it to my keyring before the prelude music.

Half an hour later Puck stood beside me, following along with the Scripture reading in the pew Bible. I heard one snort-laugh when the word “alien” was mentioned. At least he’s listening.

Little Caesar’s lined the counter at home – six boxes – including the pretzel-crust version. Also, a Caesar salad. The emperor was well represented that afternoon.

Between business ideas, naps, bike refurbishing, and podcast segment recordings, I heard Puck and Oxbear working on their latest world in Terraria, Puck dictating the outline as usual.

“Dad! There’s unicorns up there! Dad, isn’t this awesome?! This is THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE! Good thing I have my magic mirror! We defeated the Wall of Flesh!”