This morning I woke up to a humdinger of a storm. For a moment, I experienced that nice, cozy feeling ...oooohhhhh, it's so rainy outside, and here I am, in my nice flannel pj's, underneath two blankets, and it's so goooood...
The next thing I know, I hear the wind pick up, and it sounds a tiny bit frightening. A long thunder rumble, and I buried my face deeper in my pillows. Then I hear branches tumble on the roof right above my bed, and so I hopped out of bed. I really didn't see the point of being squished, no matter how cozy I felt.
The storm passed, and I let the dogs outside, including my very barky one, who had left his cord wrapped around a tree. There's nothing better than trying to unwrap a cord, your feet in a very cold puddle, and then have your large dog splash through the puddles at 90 miles an hour RIGHT BY YOUR HEAD. Thanks, dude. You are now so grounded from all snuggling in the bed privileges.
Now, the sun is shining brightly, and I'm about to get on the road. I'm having another jelly-making day with my mom and grandma. On Thanksgiving, as we sat around talking, I heard lots of stories about family members, and I wanted to share a few with you.
I called my grandfather's daddy Paw-Paw. (I guess my father did as well, since he refers to him as Paw-Paw, and yes, we're very Southern.) Daddy said, one day, when he still 'pretty small', he accompanied Paw-Paw as he went down to the edge of a field, to chop down some 'brush, I guess - Paw-Paw just didn't want it there anymore.' This brush was beside a small pond, which daddy said, 'was full of cotton mouth moccasins.' Paw-Paw stirred up a nest of cotton mouths, and raised his ax at one, and it high-tailed into the pond.
'Well,' said Daddy,' would you believe that Paw-Paw went into the pond after that snake? He did! Scared me half to death. He killed it, though.'
Then my grandpa chimed in. 'Well,' he said, 'you know, back in the olden days, people used to have big, mean dogs, that protected their property. You didn't mess with those dogs. If one of those dogs bit you, you were just unlucky that day. You didn't sue someone 'cause their dog bit you. I would go with my daddy, to visit folks, and there would be this big ol' dog, and I was scared, all right. But not Daddy- he would walk straight past it, take off his cap, and say, 'Git on outta here.' And that dog would turn tail and run.'
I've seen my dad, and grandpa, do that very move, countless times.