This morning I got some small rugs in
the wash almost as soon as I was out of bed. As soon as they were done they
pinned to the clothes line in anticipation of them drying in a timely manner.
About two hours later Leroy commented,
“It is getting dark and cloudy. Should we bring in the rugs?”
“No, it was not supposed to rain on
the site I looked at.” I replied confidently.
A bit later there was a rumble of
thunder in the distance. Again Leroy wondered, “Should I go bring in those
rugs.”
Even though the sky was darker, I said
with confidence again, “It is not raining yet. When, or if, it starts, we can
both run out. It is just three rugs.”
There was a much closer crash of
thunder. Leroy said nervously, “I could go out and get those rugs.”
“It still is not raining, we can go
when it starts.” I replied.
In about three minutes I heard the
first drops fall, got up out of my chair, yelled to Leroy, and ran downstairs
to the porch only to find rain pouring down so fiercely that I did not want to
go out. I should have listened to Leroy. But when I think I am right.
Paula
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