Senator's Stallion

I really had nothing in mind to write about this morning and I thought about staying in bed for another hour and a half. But I decided there may be something out there in the early morning that I would discover. I dressed and headed out the door. There was a glorious misty/foggy morning awaiting me. It was too fine for mist and too heavy for fog. It looked wet but did not feel wet. I walked 4 blocks when I ran my hand through my hair and it was very damp. By the time I returned home I would be soaked and overheated. I put on my hood. It was silent and everything felt soft. It crossed my mind as I traveled that I was walking through water, not swimming, but it was water and I was walking and then I realized I was breathing in the water. I thought about doing swim strokes as I walked. I looked at the trees as though they were seaweed. I was a shark and everything else was food. I was swimming on the bottom. I realized I had walked half my route and could not remember getting there. I changed thoughts to my mother.

She is getting on a flight this afternoon and will reach her destination late tonight. She has been checking the weather regularly and her family has updated her. The forecast calls for severe thunderstorms and tornado warnings pretty much all across the middle and southern parts of the country. She mentions this to me. I want to laugh. But it flashed through my memory she has never mentioned the weather before she has flown on other flights. I look at her and I realize she is really worried. I slow up my roll. Mom, there may be chaos and thunder and rain all over the ground but remember you will be 30000 feet in the air. You will fly right over it. Some of the prettiest flights dad described was those over thunderstorms.

 She smiles. It will be fine mom. The pilots will avoid bad weather if at all possible. I am flashing back to a memory I had of a pilot who flew a crazy path through the largest thunderheads I had ever seen as we approached Dallas. We went around them and over them and he explained as we flew. “If you look to your right we are avoiding a huge cloud bank.” A few moments later… “We are going to fly over the next bank of clouds please make sure you are buckled in.”I am not sure why he took the time to explain all of this but it was a wonderful flight and everyone thanked him as we disembarked the plane. He was grinning like the Cheshire cat.

I was at a ribbon cutting yesterday where they provided lunch. I got into line with a man I did not know and as we were chatting about the rodeo being over a Senator stepped into line behind us. He knew the gentleman I had been chatting with. I was thinking “Horror!!!! Now I would be dragged into a discussion on policy of some sort.” Those of you who know me and realize I was in college to receive an education that would land me right smack in the middle of the political arena may find my reaction strange. But there I was exploring my fight or flight instinct when the man asked the Senator if he had been to the rodeo this season. I stopped and decided to play a while in the conversation. Being the first in the line I had to keep checking the progress and moving but it also gave me an escape route. The Senator proceeded to tell a very endearing story of the little sorrel stallion that they bought on a whim while at the rodeo because they had missed the swine. Next thing I know we are at the food and making our plates.

Lady Tamara www.LochaberHighlandEstates.com was entertained by a Senator yesterday. What will happen today?

Who might you entertain?