Tabitha

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 3^rd 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?