That title is a line from Little Town on the Prairie, and you know it is sad that I can quote Little Town on the Prairie. The BOOK. It irritates me when people say, "Oh that June LOVES the show Little House on the Prairie!" I love the boooooookkkksss! The books!
I do like that show, too. But not like how I like the books.
But I am not here to discuss Laura Ingalls Wilder, although I could write 80 posts on her. Remind me to tell you about the road trip I made my father go on where we toured her whole route from Wisconsin to South Dakota, and saw all the places she lived. Remind me to tell you how all dad did was look for nearby bars that maybe Laura had tippled in.
But I digress. The "BOOM" in my title was about yesterday's weather, and how it rendered me helpless.
Yesterday morning was sunny and hot. It was a nice summery day, if 90 degrees falls under your category of "nice." At one point in the day, I looked in the enormous mirror I have in my office–have I told you about the mirror? It is the size of the Wicked Queen's mirror from Snow White. And am I constantly in that thing? Am I peering at myself like a parakeet? Am I pecking at the mirror and rubbing on it like it's my budgie?
Some woman at work had said mirror on the floor, and I told her it was bad Feng Shui, and she asked if I wanted it in my room and that is when old Narcissus over here got her greatest wish.
ANYWAY, I was (shock!) gazing at my own self in said mirror yesterday and noticed I had the little curl in the middle of my forehead. I only get that little curl when it's gonna rain. But it was so SUNNY! For once I thought my little curl was lying to me.
About four p.m., BOOM! There started to be thunder and lightning. The drive home was dramatic. I kept expecting Large Marge to be on the side of the road. HUGE bolts of lightning, but no rain.
When I got home, we were having that kind of thunder that shakes the house. I love weather like this, but someone else did not.
All I wanted to do was have a nutritious snack and read my Star Magazine, but I ended up comforting a vicious Pit Bull mix. And you see Henry is trying his best to distract our scared girl, as well. And yes. Those ARE not one but two Hi-C drink boxes. I need a lot of Vitamin C. To counteract that can of Pringles.
So, I was enjoying the storm until I came in here to check my email. And guess what? GUESS WHAT? The INTERNET was DEAD! I COULD NOT GET ON LINE! It lasted ALL NIGHT! Oh, the agony. Marvin was in the living room watching an old foreign murder mystery with subtitles, and it was about this taxidermist who has a nagging wife, and he poisons her and hangs her skeleton in his taxidermy room. He feeds her body to his pet hawk. I did not feel comfortable with how much Marvin was enjoying his film.
You guys, life without the Internet is so DREADFUL! I didn't know what to do with my hands. I was restless. I know I could have read a book, but I was too keyed up. BECAUSE THERE WAS NO INTERNET!
How did Laura Ingalls Wilder do it?