Never Ever Dull
With every conversation, I always seem to end with "Never a dull moment"....our lives are rich, complex, and beautiful stories. Join me in laughing about everyday things and appreciating life-bumpy roads and all.
I'm getting a lot of phone calls from my Oldest. And it really is a good thing. After mentioning her in a couple of blogs as always texting me, she's gone over and beyond to ensure I get phone calls.
But it's not just the calls. It's our conversations that have me smiling; This week, for example, I ended our call simply stunned. We started out chatting about her second "blizzard" in Tennessee. She was totally caught off guard and didn't even get the chance to rush to the store to get her necessary supplies (NerdsRopes). She awoke to texts from her boss telling her she could stay home if her roads were in poor condition. The Oldest couldn't comprehend what he was talking about and stumbled on to work. A mini-blizzard occurred causing two days of no school for that area. She had no clue that a snow storm was in the forecast. I knew I had to come clean. So, I shared my story of my experience with Hurricane Hugo. I was right out of college and living in south Charlotte with one of my favorite camp and college friends, Mary Len. I was having a great time and totally unaware of local or world news worthy stories. My parents knew me well and gave me a call to alert me to the approaching Category 4 storm with a direct path to Charlotte. I had this. I went to the store and purchased a box of band-aids and some batteries for our little portable tv. Just like my Oldest, I awoke to a phone call (no texting back in da day) from my roommate's boss. I tried to sound like I was really awake as I told him that I'd let Mary Len know that he'd call and for her to stay home. I couldn't turn on any lights because our power had gone out at some point. I crept through our apartment in the pitch black to tell Mary Len to keep on sleeping. Like me, she was unaware of what was happening. Together, we pried open our mini blinds peering out into what looked like an eerie scene from a bad B rated horror movie: roofs peeled back, chimneys tossed all over the parking lot, trees down and power lines looking like spaghetti noodles. Mary Len and I decided to turn on our battery operated tv to get the scoop on what was happening out there. I'll never forget hearing: "And after the break, we'll have stunning footage of Charlotte". It was at that point that our 4 inch tv's picture began to slowly shrink. The batteries were dying. The screen went black. I guess we should not have watched all those episodes of Andy Griffith the night before trying out the new batteries. . And those band-aids? Who really needs a 3-inch band aid when trees are dropping all around you? My Oldest laughed as she completely connected with my story. It was late and I needed to get some sleep. I told my Oldest that I needed to go and dry my hair. She said she did too. We both had been on the phone for an hour with wet hair. I told her I needed to work up the energy to get off my bed to dry my hair. "Same" said my Oldest. Neither one of us spoke as we both paused in awe of all the similarities between the two of us. I was stunned. Miles apart, but we're still so similar. I think that's a good thing...most of the time. =)
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