Tonight there have been severe storms with heavy rain passing through our area. Lightning has been flashing and thunder crashing. It’s been a long, hectic day. Mama had a health scare and I brought her to my house to keep an eye on her. When we left her house in such a hurry, I threw her bags in the back of my car and didn’t think much about it when we got home.
That is, until it was storming like cats and dogs and mama wanted her bedroom slippers. I told her it was in the car and she said, “You mean you didn’t get my bags out?” Well, no, I was just glad she wasn’t having a heart attack so the wave of relief had me mesmerized. I couldn’t let her be without her bags and especially not her bedroom slippers even if there was a tornado warning.
I slipped on my rain boots and tried to find something to shield my straightened hair from the rain. Now for those of you who do not recognize the significance of my straightened hair, let me enlighten you. I have naturally curly hair. Not the kind of naturally curly hair you see with pretty beachy waves. No, this is like a Brillo pad that got stuck in a electrical outlet. I have to apply all sorts of curl cream and moisturizer to tame it into the pretty curls most people see. When I dry it out straight, it’s a labor of love. Literally. It takes about 45 minutes to get dry then I have to run the flat iron through it to seal the straightened look. But let just one drop of rain or an ounce of humidity hit it and it turns into a big ball of fluffy fuzz.
But worry not!! I devised a plan. And when I say I came up with a plan, one should worry. I grabbed a Walmart sack and tied it very securely over my head and ran outside with the tiniest umbrella on earth. It was a sight….I had on a tank top, leggings, rain boots, and that gray Walmart sack on my head. I could only imagine what my neighbors would think. Perhaps they would worry that a crazy lady was on the loose and call the police. I mean, I would if I saw me running around in a thunderstorm with that get up on. I couldn’t stop laughing at how ridiculous I looked.
I made the mad dash to the car and back to the house. Luckily, my hair stayed dry. And if you’re interested in knowing—the Walmart sack kept my head really warm. If after these spring-like temps, the weather slip-dips back into more seasonable weather, I’ll have a solution for that too.
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