Storms and Such

 

Hello here from very wet California. We didn't loose any trees or anything, we have tumbleweeds and our swimming pool looks like a swamp. It was an amazing storm. The weather page I read, the weatherman said, " All of the people he talks too say, " Keep 'em coming." So I thought that was nice because I feel just the same way. I know I said at the beginning all of the drivel about slowing down and enjoying December.

 

I have raced willy-nilly though the days, as soon as my feet hit the ground until they fall back in at bedtime.
I have rarely sat and contemplated deep thoughts nor have I spent time in reflection about Mary and her baby son. I have stood in lines and observed life around me. When I was a kid there was the nicest department store in the world, it was called Brocks. I miss Brocks. Sure the clerks were snobby. But at Christmas time there was no nicer store in the world. If you felt a little peckish after shopping you could climb the stairs and they had a wonderful little lunch counter with lovely ladies all dressed up having tea or coffee. I thought of that as I stood in line behind 25 people as the clerks thought about whether it was time to open some more registers.

 

I hope that next week I can be a hermit, but already I have Monday and Tuesday gone. My calendar looks like it has been dipped in paint.

One thing I thought about this week, as I stood in a line at the post office. There used to be a man that worked at the post office. His name was Harry. He had a long beard that went down to his belt and long hair half way down his back. Going to the post office when Harry was working was a treat. I always stood and prayed that It would be Harry I would get to wait on me. When you walked up to Harry's side of the counter, you entered into the realm of a kingdom. He made you feel like the most important person in the world. No matter what was going on in your life, some how Harry knew just how to make you smile or laugh. When he retired, our local news did a story on him. It seems that I wasn't the only one who thought Harry was special.
The other day as I made it up to the counter and the man who waited on me did nothing but complain and whine and moan about working and the people. I kept thinking of Harry. Nothing I said to the man behind the counter made him smile or be happy, finally I just sighed and gave up.

 I hope you have a wonderful weekend. We have a couple more storms coming. I feels so thankful for the rain. The ground is happy I think to finally have moisture. Tomorrow, tumbleweeds will have to be piled up to be burned. We still have that handy-dandy burn permit. Boy do tumbleweeds burn. I will try and remember to take a video of it.
Have a wonderful weekend,
~Kim~

"We are going to be introduced to Mr. Dickens," he said.
" I thought he was dead!" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, trembling.
"Authors live forever!" said Agamemnon in her ear.
---The Peterkin Papers, Lucretia P. Hale, 1880