Friday Morning Ramblings

In racing terms, I’m rounding out of turn four and can see the finish line.  The good news is that the bad weather allowed me to rest a little and kind of shake this cold, although I don’t feel 100%.  The bad news is that the weather has pushed everything to today, so I haven’t gotten to get a jump start  on the grading before the weekend.  With grades due Monday, that means quite a bit of work this weekend and Monday morning.  However, once grades are turned in, I’m taking a break and relaxing a little.  I’m exhausted from this grind and need o recharge my batteries a little before the spring semester starts.

I get the boys the 29th-4th, so that will help reinvigorate me.  Last night, Collin gave me a list of all the things he wants for his birthday, which is in February.  He hasn’t even gotten through Christmas but is already planning for his birthday.  He’s a funny kid.  That’s all for today.  Now, back to the chaos the weather has created this week.

Thursday Afternoon Ramblings

The ice this morning was pretty treacherous, and I’m not trying to make light of the situation, but any time there’s ice, I can’t help but compare it to the Ice Storm of 94 in Memphis.  There aren’t many of us who can honestly say that we experienced both the Blizzard of 93 in East Tennessee and the Ice Storm of 94, but I’m one of those unlucky few.  However, given the choice between 2-3 feet of snow or 5-7 inches of ice, I’ll take the snow every single time.  Nothing before or since in my experience even comes close to rivaling that ice storm.

I was an undergraduate at the University of Memphis and lived in Midtown at the corner of Poplar and Clark Place.  The apartment was a dump, and my landlords truly fit the description of slum lords.  They never did any maintenance to the place, so it was a drafty, poorly insulated shithole that was hard to keep warm when the heat was working.  The freezing rain and sleet started falling about noon, if memory serves, and by nightfall, we already had three solid inches of ice.  But the rain didn’t stop at nightfall, and by midnight, I can vividly remember the five or six inches of ice on the sidewalk.  It was surreal.  The limbs started breaking and the transformers started exploding at about 1:00 in the morning. I moved my car out on the street because our parking lot was being bombarded with limbs.  The next morning a huge cedar had uprooted and just missed my car by a foot.

That morning. the whole city looked like a war zone.  The picture above is just a small sample of how many trees were down, not just limbs but entire trees.  In total 850,000 people were estimated to have lost power, most for several days.  My neighborhood was without power for 8 days, but luckily I had a gas stove so I could cook.  Some places took over two weeks to get power back.  Several people were killed by falling limbs, including one professor at the University.  I didn’t know him, but I remember the other professors being upset at his death.  It took months for all of the limbs and debris to be cleared.

I hope I never experience anything like that again.  I’ve never been as cold as I was for first couple of nights without any heat, and now that I’m more mature, I can admit that I was terrified for the first few days.  My roommate spent the whole time at his girlfriend’s place because she was one of the lucky few who hadn’t lost power, so I went through that experience alone.  Now, any time there’s bad weather, I always compare it to either the Ice Storm of 94 or the Blizzard of 93, and as long as the power doesn’t go out, I’m a grateful man.

Wednesday Morning Ramblings

Not sure what triggered it, but as I was going through this mountain of work on my desk, trying to whittle it down as much as possible before the weekend, I got flooded with memories of family members who’ve passed on.  Maybe it’s the holidays reminding me of them, but I miss them so much.  Big David, Mamaw Jo, Uncle Howard, Aunt Carolyn, Papaw Fullington, Mamaw Fullington, and especially Grandma Roxie.  Just writing their names fills my eyes with tears.  My childhood was blessed because of them, and they deserve most of the credit for whatever goodness may reside in me.  They weren’t perfect, but they were good, decent people who showered me with love.  I would give almost anything to have one more day to sit and talk with them, and at moments like this, I wish I still believed in that version of heaven where they will all be waiting to greet me when it’s my turn to cross over.

If your elders are still around, pick up the phone and call them.  Go over for a visit.  Do it today.  Do it now before you forget.  There will come a day when they are no longer with us, and you will long for their presence.  No one can make you feel more loved and wanted than a grandparent.  No one can believe in your dreams and support your ambitions more than those relatives surrounding you, and if you listen to them and learn from their experiences, you can gain wisdom and possibly avoid a few mistakes in your life.

I’m grateful for every moment that I got to share with my elders.  It’s funny how archaic that expressions sounds now.  Our society has evolved in such a way that too often we discard our seniors much too early.  We discount their knowledge and experience because they move a little more slowly and need a little longer to process information, but there is no substitute for experience.  We should do a better job of respecting our elderly and allowing them to play a more significant role in our lives and our society.

I didn’t mean for this post to turn into a soapbox, but if you have older relatives who are still around, find a little time to give to them.  You will make them very happy, won’t regret the time you spend with them, and will be a richer person for it.  That’s all for now.