Ain’t Nuthin’ Like a Jar of Toads…
… to take your mind off your worries.
I had thought we'd spend this weekend tracking Ike's progress. I thought we'd be snuggled around and oil lamp, listening to the rain on the roof, finishing the book we started on vacation
this summer, about a young girl's experience of the Galveston's great storm of 1900.
I soon realized though that it's a little too close for comfort right now.
My guys are worried. They, with furrowed brows and questioning eyes, are thinking about their favorite seaside haunts. They want to know what happens to the animals at the aquarium
when people evacuate. They are wondering if the turtles at the hatchery
Try as I did to steer clear of little ears, they overheard me on the phone with their Granny. They know she has no power, they heard me gasp over her stories of great pine trees across the roads. They know that my aunt June, who lives near Beaumont, is staying with my parents, and that her house is likely flooded.
They don't want to know more, and I can't say that I blame them.
We all find it a little surreal, that places so near and dear to us are experiencing so much devastation. Especially considering that we didn't see a single drop of rain. The winds picked up a little, and we had a few clouds, nothing more.
So, we said a lot of prayers for our fellow Texans, and then we turned the radio off and reveled in the good fortune of toady visitors.
We giggled over how their little feet tickled our hands and how their little mouths are in a perpetual smirk.
James tried to hypnotize his by laying it on its back and rubbing it's belly.
The toads endured all of this and then were treated to a boymade mud hole. My guys are hoping that the toads will like it so much they'll decide to stay for good.
For a little while the toads took our minds off of things and then my oldest asked, "Are sea turtles amphibians too?"
Our skies may be clear, but the clouds remain in our thoughts and in our hearts.