On Monday afternoon, my phone started ringing as I was cooking dinner. I guess it’s kind of like a doctor who is constantly getting medical questions, or a lawyer whose friends solicit legal advice- but when the weather turns bad, my phone starts ringing. See, the tornado sirens had started going off in Springfield, Missouri where I am from. And it’s about the time that everyone is heading home from work and needs an update before they head out the door.
When packing up my things in Texas before moving to South Carolina, I couldn’t believe how many things I had accumulated. I wondered why I needed boxes of Christmas decorations. Was it really necessary to move snowman plates to the beach? But this weekend when I pulled all of these seasonal items out of storage and brought them back into my cabinets and living room, I was so glad that I didn’t put any of them in the goodwill pile. There is something about having these familiar things that makes it feel more like home and makes it feel more like Christmas.
I read an article recently about RottenNeighbor.com. You go to the website and can post problems that you have with your neighbors. While it’s kind of entertaining to look at where you live and what people around you have posted, what kind of outcome do people who post on this site expect? Mabye it’s enough just to vent, but I don’t see how any change will come from a site such as this. And will people really make a final decision on a house they are interested in buying based on information from this site?
I have never been much of a computer junkie. I have no clue how this box on my desk works. Quite frankly, I am surprised it does. I stayed far away from the computer programming classes offered in college for a reason. However, I was forced to take computer keyboarding in high school- which I was convinced was the biggest waste of my time ever. But now I use a computer every day and couldn’t imagine it any other way.
I was never a student at South Carolina or Clemson. I am not a member of Delta Delta Delta sorority. I have never met any of the students that lost their lives in Ocean Isle Beach Sunday morning. But I know that I am not alone in sharing grief and sorrow over such a tragic fire. Seeing the video of what is left of a beach house that formerly held happy memories makes me emotional. Four days later and I like everyone else am still wondering why this happened. The results from the investigation seem rather irrelevant. It doesn’t matter what started the fire. It never should have happened.
Over the past several years I have had many friends who have trained for, participated in, and finished the Chicago Marathon. While it’s not something I have ever considered doing, it’s pretty amazing to me that anyone can run over 26 miles. It’s a huge challenge and an even bigger accomplishment. This past weekend’s race is making bigger headlines than usual. This time it’s because of the weather.
Today Frank Johnson has a high school student shadowing him to see what being a TV meteorologist is all about. She’s a junior in high school, trying to narrow down college options and even career choices. Thinking back, it hasn’t been terribly long since I was in that same boat. But then I think of all that has happened since then: the places I have gone, the people I have met, and the experiences I have obtained.
Just trying to figure out what a blog is and what I am supposed to do with it. It can only get better from here. Right??