I'm writing this in the middle of a good, old-fashioned thunderstorm with much needed rain pouring here in South Carolina. Shiloh, our 65-pound German shepherd collie mix, is terrified of storms and is now cowering under my desk. This is requiring me to be about 18 inches farther from my keyboard than is comfortable so I don't run over him with my chair. But, Heaven forbid that he should be disturbed from his safety zone.
It started raining sometime after 2 a.m. That is when The Man of the House abandoned me for the sofa since he couldn't sleep and needed to turn on the TV. The next time I turned over there was a very hairy body in his place. I had not heard the thunder, but Shiloh hears it long before we do, and likes to hop in bed with us.
I'm not complaining because we really do need the rain. We are supposed to be running our lawn sprinkler at least twice a week this time of year but there is something wrong with the little programming box on the side of our house. We have contacted someone to come out and look into the problem but he has yet to show up.
Speaking of things showing up, there was an interesting article and picture in our local newspaper last week. It seems that a 9-foot alligator had climbed up 15 steps and torn through a screen door to make himself comfortable on a family's upstairs porch. The family thought someone was trying to break into their house.
Animal control was called but could not coax the big fellow to leave -- so they had to kill it. The supposed reason is that it is alligator mating season and apparently this big fancy house, which was near a pond at the 17th hole of a golf course, was in the path of his intended mate.
The article said the family did not intend to move, but they are reinforcing the bottom of their screen door with something substantial.
I also read in the sports page of an interesting name for a hockey team. Wouldn't you be intimidated to play a team called the Swamp Rabbits? They are from Greenville, South Carolina (or "Greenvull" as it is pronounced in these parts) which is in the Upcountry so there may be very few swamps -- unlike around here in the Lowcountry.
Our local team is called the Stingrays, not that we care.
On a totally unrelated topic, I think my mind is going.
Two weeks ago I got into the big box store where I shop for the majority of our groceries, only to realize the very important and carefully written list was still in the car. Now, I like to park pretty far away from the door in order to get more exercise, so it seemed like a lot of effort to go back for it.
I decided to wing it and did a pretty good job. Only forgot two things that were not crucial to anything important like feeding Easter guests.
Last week it was even worse. When I got to the store there was no list to be found -- in the car or on my person. Here, when I got home, it was still attached to the notebook where it had been written the night before. This was another good memory test after the fact.
Once again, I did pretty well in the store and forgot only a few things that could be picked up later at our closest, although more expensive, store.
Maybe next week I won't even make out a list and see how that works!