If I didn't know better, I'd think that we were being punked here in Central Kentucky. Early last week I was out weeding my garden full of tulips, daffodils and hyacinth, all coming up, and watching the bluebirds twitterpating their way through the treetops. Later, last week, Mark and I were making our way down to the basement due to tornado warnings in our area. Parts of the state had previously had touchdowns on Wednesday, but Friday, they really hit hard. Now, today, March 5th, we are dealing with a Christmas Card worthy scenario consisting of six inches of still "a coming down snow". It's beautiful, but, really?!, this is just unbelievable.
The news of all the tornado damage and devastation all around Kentucky and the rest of the region has been mind numbingly reminiscent of Joplin, Missouri and Tuscaloosa, Alabama. It is just staggering to realize that these towns of West Liberty, Kentucky and Henryville, Indiana are not that far away. We are thanking God here around the vicinity of Lexington to have dodged this wave of destruction. Especially heart wrenching is the story of the little fourteen month old girl, Angel, who was found in a field, not too far from her home. Her parents and small siblings were killed. Apparently, Angel longed to be with her family, as she too passed away over the weekend. The rest of the family is finding some comfort in knowing that this young family is now together.
Through many news telecasts, one woman could be heard praying for God to move the monstrous, destructive clouds away from her home and town. Mercifully, her home was spared, her town was not.
Because of the unexpected snow, I have the day off. I hope to get caught up on some things. One of those things is my Lenten Bible Study. Another is putting away the Christmas stuff that has been hiding behind the sofa in our loft. Because the loft should now be readied for March Madness and all that it brings, it's time to put the festive yuletide reminders in their storage space and arrange all the Go Big Blue paraphernalia about the space.
I have to mention that I'm watching The Amazing Race again this season. I was a bit disheartened when I first saw the two guys who were representing Kentucky. It appeared that they tried to find the two most red-necked hicks they could find from Clay County. If you know Kentucky basketball, you'll remember that Richie Farmer was from the Clay County Tigers and became a Kentucky Wildcat just prior to Rick Pitino's arrival. It became a running joke that Richie and Rick could not understand each other through their own heavy accents. We all had fun with that. Now, Bopper and Mark have turned up on the CBS reality show. They talk in the familiar heavy Eastern Kentucky accent and act kinda silly. After three shows, however, their wonderful, warm, friendly, cooperative, intelligent and resourceful natures are making them a show favorite. I applaud the show for picking these two best friends, Bopper, who is white, and Mark, who is black, to represent the Commonwealth of Kentucky for this season. However,I might just ask Bopper, to please keep his teeth in....purty please.
I hope you're having a great day and have avoided the wicked weather that we've seen here in Kentucky. Take care and stay safe, luv, Susan
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