Updated: Oct 2
It's hard to say where I've been, and so it's hard to say where I'm going, but I know this: I've seen and am seeing some weather. My theory is that the combination of the rapture-ready folks, Oprah's finale, karma, climate change and seasonal thunder (literally) all converged this weekend, spilling over into today.
To get more specific, the heat was on Saturday as we shlepped around Wichita, first getting thoroughly lost (mainly because I was driving while on the phone with Natalie and her airline). Turns out that a big storm in Minnesota blasted out some of Delta airline's electricity, and Natalie was stuck for hours in the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport with nowhere to go. Her early morning flight was canceled, she was sent home to try again on Sunday while my mom, Forest and I finally made our way to set up for Daniel's graduation soiree at a friend's house in Wichita. Within hours, Natalie called to say St. Paul was under a tornado watch, and then a warning. Being a Kansan kid, she went outside for a better view.
Fast-forward to later that night, an enormous amount of Lebanese food consumed by a herd of young adults, plus fascinating conversations on the state
After getting to sleep very late (all that storm tracking, airline wrangling and Gaga gaga-ing, plus phoning and facebook-chatting with neigh
Afterwards, and in the days since, we’ve been on the phone and internet often, tracking storms past and future, and especially the loss of our uncle and aunt’s home in Joplin (walls still u
While our son has graduated college — something beyond the beyond of what I could have imagined when he was flipping out one afternoon while in fifth grade — there’s no graduating from living in the real weather of our lives. Just this afternoon, I drove my mother to the airport through a panorama of blue sky, overcast sky, dark front of a storm, greenish spread of clouds and the consequent driving rain, wind, hail and lightning. Then I weeded a garden in the
Now I write in this compressed space while we pray for people in Oklahoma, and Southern Kansas, my son calls his friends in Norman to make sure they’re okay, and we get ready to make plans to go to Joplin to help our family. The heavens billow, the hail forms and drops, the ropey