Thunderstorms blew through last night. Heavy storms that reminded me more of spring than winter. I was going to write a post about the weather and why it is so changeable, but a better breakdown of Oklahoma climatology can be found here. Before we went to bed, we opened the French doors letting in cooler air. The high yesterday was seventy-nine degrees. This morning, after a night of sound effects, it was cold again with a low of twenty-eight. Crazy weather that shouts Oklahoma, and part of what makes me love living here. A good stationary front makes my the small hairs on my arms tingle with excitement. I get chills when I see lightning snake across the sky. That’s why it was unusual for me to sleep the entire night through, but I did. It wasn’t restful sleep. I dreamed a lot. I’m still tired.
You see . . . my mother is very sick, and she has been up and down, down and out since she had back surgery a few days before Mother’s Day. She’s had four surgeries since. Now, she has another infection, and she is back in the hospital for the fourth or fifth time. I’ve lost count.
I just know this: when someone you love is ill, it clouds all your thinking. Bad metaphor, but it is true. My sis and I are experts at dealing with Mom’s surgeries. She had a car accident nineteen years ago, and she’s had innumerable operations since to repair the damage. She is one strong women, always beating the odds, but . . . .
The storms left these clouds behind. Fluffy, over-sized, looking like cotton candy, they danced through their blue background as I drove to the hospital. In spite of my dark thoughts, I had to smile because the sky was so beautiful. For a moment, I forgot to worry as I stopped the car to take a picture. I thank God for that.
The sun kept playing leapfrog with this cloud. Every moment, the scene changed, first light, then dark. This is where I’m supposed to write about the light shining through the darkness, about silver linings. I believe these things, but right now, I just see clouds.