The Coming of the Storm…

It is heavily raining and thundering here – a joyous sound for this aching heart now that I am out of pizza. I wasn’t expecting thunder at all which was a nice surprise. I have just got out of the bed and we are not far from noon.  I am missing Charlie’s Sunday biscuit delivery today as they are out of town for Horsefly's state bowling tournament in Mobile, Alabama. Horsefly can run with the big dogs as far as bowling is concerned. You will be on the edge of your seat, though, that Horsefly will not bowl a gutter ball. He will show a very public display of primo displeasure.  He may even stomp his feet in aggravation! He will also say very loudly that he is going to fart on a local preacher’s -- Brother Gene’s desk. That always gets Charlie stirred up. Dad always says Charlie will look like dynamite went off close to his head. I just called my father figure so I could come and get my daily sodas.  I wanted to make sure my family was awake before I made that drive.  An ice cold Coca-Cola sounds so nice right now.  He sounded in very good spirits on the phone wanting to know what Maggie was doing. Maggie was braving the rain for a potty break. She came flying back in as if the rain was melting her like acid. She’ll get on the rug in the den to dry off which will always produce a wince from me. I always have to shut the bedroom door or she will do this on the bed.
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