How long do I wait before checking to see if Mom is sleeping in or if she’s dead? Right now, I’m set firmly in the notion of “overslept”. Once again, I’ll let the cats start a fight in there and wake her up.
Lots of rain rolling up on us as I write. I heard a few low rumbles of thunder while I was checking the terrariums. We had some pretty severe weather yesterday morning, with some isolated tornado-like damage. Fortunately, nothing that severe is expected today.
Update: She’s alive!
I was going to clean yesterday, but I was a potato instead. Mom went to her friend’s house. She came home upset because the friend left the handgun she normally keeps in her car out on the garage workbench. Not only that, but her garage door was wide open and the workbench is right fucking there at the door. Anyone with working eyes could have run in and snagged it. Her friend just thanked her for bringing it in and excused it with “oh, I took it out when I brought the car in for service”.
Keep watching your Fox News and screaming about some Democrat boogeyman coming to take your guns while you ignore the basic tenets of firearm safety. The only person who’s going to take your gun is going to walk right into your fucking garage to get it.
Update #2: Tornado watch for the panhandle!
I learned within weeks of moving down here, we don’t worry until it’s a warning, and even then, only once we get into a RESPECT THE POLYGON situation. The skies have opened up, and now I’m just waiting for the thunder.
Mom and I started watching Outer Range yesterday afternoon. I’m pretty sure I can slip at least one episode onto the TV before her afternoon appointment.
