March 2, 2012

  • Isn't It Always The Way????

     

    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    It's only 1:30pm but we've already experienced several tornadoes here in NE Alabama.  One county has 9,000 people without power, lots of damage but, thankfully, no deaths and few injuries.  Another county just west of us has 38,000 without electricity, a hell of a lot of damage but, again, no deaths.

    The schools in almost every county here have already let the pupils go home because more wild weather will be hitting and we won't be spared here like we were earlier.  The Beast went to pick up Chewlee from school since the Princess was working.  He finally bought a booster for her for in the car.  I had to tell him where they were located in Walmart.  You would think common sense would tell him but...NO!  He's a man.  We had one but, when he traded in the car, he left it in there and never missed it.  Why would he?  *I* was the one picking up Chewlee every day at the time.

    The HH nurse was here, bright and early, to change my bandages.  She had new orders for adding calcium alginate strips on both wounds.  She had to show me for the one because I have to change that one every day.  The other is the one the wound sucker goes on.    I don't have to touch that one, thankfully.

    Just before the nurse, Laura, got here, my little box started beeping to tell me a leak was detected.  We checked the wound and it wasn't there.  Had to be in the tubing.  Thank goodness the company provided enough of all that stuff that we just changed it all.

    So I'm here with Chewlee who only wanted popsicles while she waits for her mother to pick her up.  I asked her to get me a can of *my* soda (Sprite Zero) and she feigns stupidity.  So I hobble out to the pantry with my special purse over my shoulder and my cane, show her what I want in the pantry, turn around and the can goes flying out of my hand, hits the bowl to the dog's self-feeder dry dog food container and I hear, *Oh shit!* from Chewlee.  She then puts her hand over her mouth because she knows that's NOT something SHE should ever say and I look at her with my eyebrow raised.  Then she asks, *Do you have to throw that away now?*  I asked, *Why would I throw it away?  I just have to let it sit now and settle down before I open it.*

    That's when she cocks her head and says (with hand on hip), *Grandma, just get another one!*  Well, duh!  I should have thought of that, right? 

    She asked why Papa picked her up so I told her about the coming storms.  She immediately assumes that it's going to be dark so she needs *her* flashlight.  I told her she didn't get one unless we had no electricity.  She tried to come up with a good reason to take possession of it then but I am more stubborn than she is.  I hate having my batteries run out just when we need one.  She would have it run down in nothing flat if I let her take one.  She thinks they are to play with.

    So far, no sign of the coming storm but it could be upon us within the hour according to the weatherman.  My weatherbug keeps chirping like crazy with it's warning so I had best close this.  Hope to talk to you later and let you know what's gone on here.  Bratfink is chewing her nails over their green sky but no sirens there so far.  Say a little prayer for all of us in the path of the coming storm lines.  Love you all.