Today, I am tired and sluggish. All I want to do is eat chips and ice cream. My face itches from poison oak and I'm afraid to scratch it. I don't think I'll ever finish painting my daughter's room. The rain is dumping and dumping and dumping. In the news, I heard there was a tornado nearby in Prunedale. What's up with that? Californians don't have basements. We have earthquake safe homes, not tornado safe homes. I have many memories of tornadoes as a kid in Minnesota. . .hunkering down at my auntie's. We didn't have a basement then, either. So we would drive across town and hunker down in this hole in the kitchen floor that had a hot water heater in it. Us kids would play Barbies while the adults stayed above ground and listened to the radio for weather updates. Those were some great times. I had no idea what a tornado really was. For me, it was an opportunity to play with my cousins. I've decided to let my daughter drag me shopping - one of my less favorite activities. I think I'll look for something blue for my kitchen.
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Something Blue
Dear Diary,
Today, I am tired and sluggish. All I want to do is eat chips and ice cream. My face itches from poison oak and I'm afraid to scratch it. I don't think I'll ever finish painting my daughter's room. The rain is dumping and dumping and dumping. In the news, I heard there was a tornado nearby in Prunedale. What's up with that? Californians don't have basements. We have earthquake safe homes, not tornado safe homes. I have many memories of tornadoes as a kid in Minnesota. . .hunkering down at my auntie's. We didn't have a basement then, either. So we would drive across town and hunker down in this hole in the kitchen floor that had a hot water heater in it. Us kids would play Barbies while the adults stayed above ground and listened to the radio for weather updates. Those were some great times. I had no idea what a tornado really was. For me, it was an opportunity to play with my cousins. I've decided to let my daughter drag me shopping - one of my less favorite activities. I think I'll look for something blue for my kitchen.
Today, I am tired and sluggish. All I want to do is eat chips and ice cream. My face itches from poison oak and I'm afraid to scratch it. I don't think I'll ever finish painting my daughter's room. The rain is dumping and dumping and dumping. In the news, I heard there was a tornado nearby in Prunedale. What's up with that? Californians don't have basements. We have earthquake safe homes, not tornado safe homes. I have many memories of tornadoes as a kid in Minnesota. . .hunkering down at my auntie's. We didn't have a basement then, either. So we would drive across town and hunker down in this hole in the kitchen floor that had a hot water heater in it. Us kids would play Barbies while the adults stayed above ground and listened to the radio for weather updates. Those were some great times. I had no idea what a tornado really was. For me, it was an opportunity to play with my cousins. I've decided to let my daughter drag me shopping - one of my less favorite activities. I think I'll look for something blue for my kitchen.
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