There we were...had all our things tucked away. Either the garage or the camper trailer. Sick with a sinus infection, I nonetheless cleaned up the double wide and we worried over how the dogs would take to living outside while the "real" house would get built. Had the telephone guy coming, extra cable for DirectTV...whamo. Wake up Monday am with the news Ida is headed straight for us.
Now as far as storms go around here, Ida is pretty normal. A lot of wind, a lot of rain, flooding, not much else. We like those kinds of storms if we have to have any. It just came at a very inconvenient time for me personally.
Coming in this morning, it's still windy, rainy and bluesy. The kind of day best spent curled up with a good book and snacky treats. I miss taking time like that and not feeling guilty about it.
What happened to our world where taking time out to relax has become wrong. It's like the books I read (or write) everything is fast paced, action packed, little descriptive narrative and no slow pace to it. In fact, I tend to quit reading if it isn't "fast" enough for me.
Being "forced" to slow down, to talk to my dad since the all our electronic connection with the world is down for the moment was refreshing. He has some funny stories to tell about his military days. And some sad ones. I always look to him for some kind of understanding about the stuff going on like the Fort Hood shootings. And frankly 9 times out of 10, he nails what is happening.
So for today, I'm going to take time to honor my father's military service and all who serve and especially those who died at Fort Hood. Because they are my heros and the reason I get to live in a world that's fast paced and free.
Like "they" say, it's the land of the free because of the brave. And most especially that freedom isn't free.