Armageddon in the Southland...

Hurricane Jane

Maggie gave my father another royal welcome and greeting as my father walked into my house. It was raining at a pretty good clip about a half hour or so ago when he arrived.

"It smells good in here! What are you cooking?" my father asked.

"Just a large Marie's turkey pot pie and some apple turnover pastries," I told him. "Those apple turnovers take forever to cook."

"So?" my father asked as he plopped down on my couch a mere moment ago. "How much rain do you think we will get?"

He began to dole out the crazy meds.

My father was very, very late tonight arriving well past 10 PM and I was kind of miffed by his tardiness. Things could be a lot worse I told myself to soften the blow. What if he didn't come at all?

The TV was tuned to the Weather Channel for my father's sake. You would think from the meteorologists on the scene that the world was about to end. I love it when there is just a breeze blowing and they act like they about to be blown down swaying in the wind.

"I think my neighbor is building an ark in his backyard," I replied to Dad with a good-natured smile and smirk.

"Seriously though," I told my father. "They are saying we will get 3 to 5 inches of rain. Alabama's governor has already declared a state of emergency."