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Where it feels like south Florida, what with the (comparative) humidity and heat. Steamy, tropical 60 degrees.... I guess i adapted to the cold. Friday morning in Ohio was balmy at 32 degrees.
The impacts of poor driving on 101 in the rain is more significant than poor driving on I-40 between Raleigh and Durham in the snow, given the traffic getting home last night.
This morning, as i was just getting my tea -- My Teapot, the second or third best thing about being home!! -- my sister called, devastation in her voice. One of the three NC family dogs, Speckles (on the upper left in the photo) was let loose from my grandparents' patio, and took off to find my parents, who had gone to Disney. She was struck and killed.

This is the second time my sister has called, devastated, and my heart has vanished in worry that it is the kids or her husband, and i've been relived to find it was not that. The relief tends to overwhelm the sorrow for the actual news, and i find myself vibrating between shock and relief as i comfort her and try to respond.
Today i followed up with my aunt, also in tears at times, as she had somehow managed to get the animal control truck to stop so my folks could recover the still warm body. Then i tracked down my folks, forewarned of their sleepless night and their own heartbreak. L is going over to my folks' house to dig the grave. My Dad shared that they planned to show the body to the two dogs, hoping the dogs would understand Speckles was gone and not lost.
One lesson for me is the nature of my mother's speaking of others: she's never said much about her love for this dog, and does far more grousing about Speckles as trouble than anything else. Knowing how broken hearted my mother is now, it's a frame to have in mind when i listen to her grousing about my father.
Where it feels like south Florida, what with the (comparative) humidity and heat. Steamy, tropical 60 degrees.... I guess i adapted to the cold. Friday morning in Ohio was balmy at 32 degrees.
The impacts of poor driving on 101 in the rain is more significant than poor driving on I-40 between Raleigh and Durham in the snow, given the traffic getting home last night.
This morning, as i was just getting my tea -- My Teapot, the second or third best thing about being home!! -- my sister called, devastation in her voice. One of the three NC family dogs, Speckles (on the upper left in the photo) was let loose from my grandparents' patio, and took off to find my parents, who had gone to Disney. She was struck and killed.

This is the second time my sister has called, devastated, and my heart has vanished in worry that it is the kids or her husband, and i've been relived to find it was not that. The relief tends to overwhelm the sorrow for the actual news, and i find myself vibrating between shock and relief as i comfort her and try to respond.
Today i followed up with my aunt, also in tears at times, as she had somehow managed to get the animal control truck to stop so my folks could recover the still warm body. Then i tracked down my folks, forewarned of their sleepless night and their own heartbreak. L is going over to my folks' house to dig the grave. My Dad shared that they planned to show the body to the two dogs, hoping the dogs would understand Speckles was gone and not lost.
One lesson for me is the nature of my mother's speaking of others: she's never said much about her love for this dog, and does far more grousing about Speckles as trouble than anything else. Knowing how broken hearted my mother is now, it's a frame to have in mind when i listen to her grousing about my father.
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