Tag: memoir

Here we go again!

In February we had Snowmageddon.

With no power or water for days.

In March we had hail.

Baseball-sized hail with lots of property damage.

And now, in April, we have had another hailstorm.

This time the hail was much smaller than baseballs.

But the storm was relentless.

In the light of day, there doesn’t appear to be major damage in the neighborhood.

The trees and fences are still standing, and the rooftops appear intact.

The roofer is coming back to re-inspect our newly-installed roof.

Our truck is currently at the body shop being fixed up from the last storm.

I imagine if there is any damage from the new storm, their liability insurance will cover it.

That’s the third strike, Mother Nature.

You’re out.

I needed some change to tip my dog groomer.

I stopped at the QT on the corner to break a 20.

I was going to buy a pack of gum.

But then I saw the corn nuts.

I haven’t had corn nuts in years.

Oh, I used to love corn nuts.

I remembered a wonderful, tasty indulgence.

However, it soon became apparent that corn nuts haven’t aged well.

Or perhaps it’s me that hasn’t aged well.

I didn’t make this unfortunate discovery until I’d finished the entire lot.

It’s going to be a long and regretful day.

But at least I’ve got some cash to tip the groomer.

There were some robins in the Vitex trees outside my kitchen door.

They were brilliantly and spectacularly bright red.

I watched them, enchanted, for quite some time.

And then it hit me.

Old people watch birds.

I am watching birds.

Crap.

This is how it ends, isn’t it?