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Every now and then, I come over all cosmic and philosophical, zen out and have a grasshopper moment. Usually, if I hold real still and be very quiet, it goes away.  Occasionally, I’ll have a literary manifestation.  Had one the other day.  It was about keeping a record of your life — a diary, a journal, blogging. . . .

Think of the chambered nautilus’ shell — as the nautilus outgrows each chamber, it walls it off and builds a newer, larger one. Yet it retains the record of its life in the spiral of its shell. Once it was there, and then it was there. It’s important, I think, to chart our progress in some meaningful way as we travel through life, to remember the way we came and what the journey was like, so that we can remind ourselves, once you were there, and now you are here.

In other news, my BFF came over last night for a Sunday TV evening.  We had a beef, rice and broccoli frozen bag thing, with a side of asparagus spears for supper, and almond M&M’s for dessert.  She wanted to watch some more episodes of  Warehouse 13* — I’m trying to get her up to speed for the new season.  We were watching episode 16 called “Age Before Beauty” in which the artifact was Man Ray’s camera.  Turns out that if you use the camera to take a photograph of an old person, and double expose it with a photo of a young person, the old person becomes young and the young person becomes old.  Fashion models were dying of old age and Myka went undercover as a runway model to find out why.

All afternoon yesterday, the weather had been glowery and threatening, and acting like it wanted to storm, and shortly after my BFF came over, it started thundering and then sprinkling, and as we were sitting down to supper and TV, it began raining in earnest.  We were hot on the trail of Man Ray’s camera (fortunately, I have all these episodes recorded on my DVR) when my mom calls and says a tornado has been spotted southwest of town. So, I change over to one of the local channels to get the local Doppler radar pictures and the weather forecast, and we’ve got “watch” boxes and severe weather alerts all over the place, but all the action seems to be south of us.  The TV station weather guy is alternating between the Doppler weather feeds and live camera feed from a weather spotter who’s southwest of town, and is talking live with the spotter on-air.  The spotter has seen a wall cloud and has seen some rotation, and the Doppler radar is picking up rotation, but it’s dark, and the spotter’s not getting enough lightning flashes to tell if it is anything definite, and there are no big sparks going off as there would be if there was an actual tornado on the ground plowing through electrical wires and blowing transformers, as it would do this close to a city.  There have been reports of high winds of up to 80 mph/129 kph in outlying communities, and multiple reports of hail — some ping-pong ball size mixed in with marble sized.  While the weather guy is talking to the weather spotter, it starts to hail on the spotter.  So, the weather spotter goes off air so he can move his vehicle to cover, and before he can, his windshield gets taken out by baseball size hail.  By then, it’s plain that all the fun and games are going to stay south of us, so we go back to the regularly scheduled programming.  We were fortunate this time.  At my house, all we got out of the storm yesterday was a really good rain. (Yay!)

We take our weather seriously out here in the flatlands. No matter how you slice it, we are in Tornado Alley and May is a bad month for tornadoes.  I was in the F5 tornado that hit my town on May 11, 1970, an experience I do not care to repeat.  There was a massive tornado outbreak in Oklahoma on May 3, 1999, and several since.  Our local TV stations here have separate broadcast feeds that are nothing but weather 24/7.  You better believe I have a weather widget on my desktop and a Doppler radar gadget on my Google homepage.  Tomorrow is May 1.

Oh, and Man Ray’s camera was snagged, bagged and tagged by Secret Service agents Bering and Lattimer and is now safely stowed away in Warehouse 13.

*At the end of the film “Raiders of the Lost Ark” when the ark was crated up and put in this “big government warehouse,”  — Yep.  Warehouse 13.  If you like clever dialog, “out there” plots with a liberal seasoning of history, SciFi, and a soupçon of “frantic scrambling about,” you should check out Warehouse 13.  You can see episodes here.