Man proposes... God disposes....

Yesterday, momma put it in her head to use the blower outer to clean up a bit of the yard. The gardener does not come until Thursday... You know, she braved the heat, the "humditty", the pollen and allergies and spent hours with the blower outer in the back yard and on the walkways. At the end of her 2 hour task, Between the sneezes and coughs she had the smug self satisfied smile of the conqueror. She declared "ORDER IN MY WORLD! NEATNESS COUNTS!" To an OCD person like her, neatness is a big deal... which is why we constantly stretch her reality by scattering toys and such, we do it for her own good.

Well, at about 4 pm, yesterday, just when momma was listing all her aches and pains and hair frizzies resulting from her neat yard quest, the sky got dark. Then the lightening show started. Then the noisy booms and then pouring rain and wind started. By the time daddy got home, the rain had stopped, the sky was light again, and... the yard... well... let's just say it looked like a salad had been tossed all over. Front yard, back yard, tree limbs everywhere, leaves everywhere, petals everywhere... and the coup de grace... our pool got a new accessory! Beyond the leafage and debris, one of our umbrellas was now at the bottom of the deep end.

I have to tell you. JD gave me the look. You know, THE look. Scramble, go upstairs because momma is going to erupt. Usually I do as he says. Yesterday I decided to forgo his advice.

I knew momma was upset, I knew she was tired and felt defeated, so... I gave her my best de-stresser. I climbed on her lap, licked her face and offered up the belly. I took away all other choices. She had to sit and pet me. AND IT WORKED! By the time we were done, momma was calm and philosophical about the whole mess. : "Man proposes, God disposes".

And oh... Mr Weatherman... you are not very good. You have been predicting rain for 2 weeks.... who can believe you?

'vie
whose job is never done


PS. The umbrella has been fished out of the pool.