... almost there with my first sweeping draft ...
May 6, 1999
5:29 a.m.
There be thunderstorms in them thar hills last night. Luckily, and for maybe the first time in recorded history, they didn't hit at 1:00 in the morning. I had just put Brigid to bed when the first flashes came, and sure enough, a half hour later that thunder was rumbling and the rain was pelting. Brigid padded back downstairs, the stuffed kitty in hand and a look of contrition on her face. She doesn't like to be alone in the middle of this type of storm. I love lightning and thunder, but to be honest I don't blame her. So we let her stay up until way past her time. She lay on the couch and watched TV with us while I rubbed Lisa's back. Every now and again I glanced over at her and just watched her face move. You know, the muscles of her eye tighten or widen, or her tongue flick out to wet her lips. She pulled a blanket up over her shoulder, and hugged her cat. That afternoon we had sat down with her teachers and heard all the good and the pretty good. Brigid is really incredible. I'm proud of her. Sitting here this morning, I realize last night was a special time. We sat in a room together and just hung out, all three of us. I don't know about anyone else's life, but ours isn't really set up to give us many opportunities for that. And it's really nice when we can take advantage of it. But we didn't go to bed until after 10:00 last night, and I bet there will be the proverbial heck to pay this morning.   Have a good one.  Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
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