Name the season's first hurricane Zelda and fool Mother Nature into calling it a year.
It's that time of year again.
For us, here in north Texas, it means rain....
oh, and the occasional tornado or two...
We shrug our shoulders, move on and notice the grass will need to be mown again, as it has grown a foot after the week of rain.
This seems to be the same nonchalant attitude that is often taken by those living in the Caribbean.
Those who tend to be directly in the path of hurricanes and tropical storms that repeatedly form off of the coast of Africa during this time of year.
At least this is the conclusion I have come to after recently receiving a text from my father that went something like this:
"Hurricane Earl rolling in. No power. Making coffee on new gas stove."
Luckily for us, he attached a video of the rather large waves rising up and crashing down on the beach that just happens to be a stones throw from the back door.
Had I thought of it at the time, I would have sent a text to him on Wednesday:
"Sitting on couch. Watching tornadoes move through downtown Dallas on the news. Listening to the tornado sirens going off here in town."
And maybe I would have sent a link to the news station.
Like I said.
One week ends and another begins.
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