I awoke this morning to what sounded
like the rumbling of thunder. But often while I half-sleep I believe I hear
thunder and rain. My ceiling fan makes just enough noise to mimic the falling
of rain and when a train goes rumbling over the tracks in the distance it
sounds like thunder and I drift back off to sleep. But this morning it is real.
There is a light falling of rain every couple of moments but the ground is not
really wet. There is thunder rolling around over my head. Not the crashing cacophony
of a storm, no, just grumbling; slow and steady like the stream we played with
in Colorado. Every 10 minutes or so a flare of lightning without the crack to
startle and send a surge of adrenalin speeding through your system. It is hazy
in the distant hill as though only it is draped in fog. My tea tastes better
this morning probably due to the weather.
I have just witnessed the same elderly man walk down the street for the
3rd time. He probably does not want to stray too far from home in
case it should decide to rain. So instead of pacing the neighborhood he is
walking the block, good idea. I have opened my curtains and put up the window
so I can hear better the thunder and the rain. I can feel the fresh air. I can
hear a frightened cat (raccoon) in my yard. I suppose I could put the little
guy in my garage for a while. There is a litter box in there and some old
cushions. He is presently under the Oleander bushes and they offer a good
amount of protection.
My favorite Shoe came over last night with Jonathon and Jameson. I was on my way to relaxing with a book of
love stories chosen by a man and put in a collection. Odd but interesting. I
could not go down and not visit with them. I filled a glass with ice opened the
Jameson and filled it up (I did not want to have to come back down the stairs
again after another visit with Jameson).
I chatted a bit with them and left her to gossip with her little sister.
Good night, good visit, good seeing Jonathon and Jameson and Shoe.
It is seriously raining now but do
not get fussed up. I went to get the cat (raccoon) and he was not out back so I
looked out front and he is nestled on my porch. I got an old cushion and put it
out there for him.
I decided to investigate a little
further into Tabitha because I cannot find a source in America or England that actually
gives me her father’s name. There are several “well it could be Richard for
this reason…..or it could be William for this reason or it might be a fellow
named Robert and this is why we think this….” I have no Birth or Baptism or
passenger manifests with her name. She is believed to have been born in Warwick,
married on the Isle of Wight, Virginia and died in Virginia. So all that chasing a line on Sunday night I
deleted. Am I upset by it? No, it was all fascinating and there were stories
from a lot of research attached to most of it. Stories school text books will
not talk about and some that will. There were some stories that were little
windows into moments in the lives of people that allowed me to know them, like
we had met and chatted over dinner and wine. I had believed her dad was Richard
but he is listed as living (birth and death) in Ernle, Sussex. Tabitha is from
Warwick. I want her real father to step forward please!!! Shaggy was informed of this tragic series of
events and is now looking into other avenues to marry Prince Henry.www.LochaberHighlandEstates.com
My work server quit serving me yesterday
at 11:37 so I am about to go Ninja on it. What are you doing?
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