Silly Questions.

 Silly Questions.

 

Did you ever tell a parent that you were bored and want to know what you could do? Uh huh. One of us learned to iron that day. My brother got a gas-powered Maytag motor to clean up and get to working again. Don’t remember being bored? Well, we were always doing something—whether or not it was productive or safe was another thing altogether! But we could only climb the trees in the neighborhood so many times, and the books from the library over in Henrietta did not last an entire week even if we brought home all we were allowed to check out. Sterling ended up cleaning things outside or mowing. His little sister not only learned to iron, but she also got to learn to sew on buttons and mend little places on Daddy’s clothes. Don’t think either of us ever said anything about being bored again. Mom could always find something for us to do. Well, Daddy, too. One Sunday the button flew off his shirt as we were getting dressed to go. He handed me the button and the shirt and told me to sew it back on. When he was about to put the shirt on, he yelled, “Gene, she sewed my button on with PINK thread!” He did not ask me to sew on any more buttons.

 

Life is always interesting, but the older we get, the more we tend to fall into routines that may or may not keep us “entertained.” Roger was trying to show me how to do Wordle since he found me doing word search puzzles. Still have not found the kind he showed me, but that’s ok. One day when the old woman becomes tired of other silly things like cooking for the dogs or hemming pants legs, maybe the Wordle thing will be more compelling.

 

Seems like the weather patterns have moved over a state or so and become outrageously dangerous. Feel so bad for all those folks in the areas where the tornadoes have been hitting. And even after the tornadoes cease, that part of the country may have more problems with hurricanes later on. Eventually, housing construction will simply have to change. The designs and the materials could change enough to protect folks and their families. Between fires and storms, it seems no one is safe. It is time to consider something different. Watched a video this morning about how the salt mines had been used to store propane and other volatile gases. Then the mines had ruptured and let the fuels explode under businesses. Maybe someday hydrogen will be used to avoid problems like that.

 

Watching the news and seeing all the damage from the storms makes me wish that it were possible to separate the wood from the other trash to be used in some way that would be helpful. That nasty pink insulation was horrible after the tornado here in WF, but the city almost completely filled a big canyon with the rubble from the clean up of the streets and from the houses that were hit. Some smart kid will come up with ideas for building, insulating, and designing better storm protection one of these days. Even a centralized storm shelter for neighborhoods might be helpful. God gives us brains for a good reason. Let us try to help ourselves and others as we are able.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.