I wrote about my niece being in a car accident the week before Thanksgiving. This is a picture of her car, after it had been towed. She described being sheltered by a tarp, with a paramedic checking her vital signs, while the firemen used the “Jaws of Life” to open her car door. I was rattled when I learned she had been in an accident. The next day, when I took her to collect her belongings from the car, I was afraid I would cry when I saw it. It wasn’t as bad as I had feared. Still…you hate to know that someone precious to you was wrapped up in something that looks like this.
On Thanksgiving we had a LOT to be thankful for!

I woke this morning (Monday) to hear a hard rain drumming on the skylights. If you’ve been reading my blog through the summer, you’ll know that my part of Illinois has been in deep drought. I’ve welcomed the rain each time it came, because it came so rarely.
I didn’t mind hearing the rain striking the glass. I’ve missed all the sounds that rain can bring. I rose early, and then snoozed after my first cup of tea. When we went to do the grocery shopping, the storm had passed for a bit, and we were treated to a day that reminded us of early spring.
I’ve been trying to beat back a cold. It seems to have settled into my eyes, and they ache and itch and weep, so I enjoyed the brief bit of warmth that came in the middle of the day.
Now the clouds have come back, and with it dropping temperatures. We may have snow by morning. They say that if you don’t like the weather in Chicago, wait ten minutes. That about describes our day.