World peace is beyond my control. "Whirled peas" always brings mental images of bad junior high cafeteria tricks back at Millard Lefler in the late-Sixties. Whirled worms might be manageable with a touch of Doppler radar.
Whirred worries about worms are causing an undercurrent of anxiety as my Worm Show moment of fame approaches. In just a few weeks I'll be presenting a "We Dig Worms" event for a nearby public library summer reading program. My worms are not at the peak of their training, ready for Olympic competition. And the worms are far ahead of me!
Tuesday evening I sorted worms from humus while tracking weather watch radar on t.v. Joplin, Missouri was on my mind, as were memories of Omaha in 1975. I moved my worm bin to the living room so I could sort while watching t.v. I was afraid I'd have to take my bin of little critters with me into my "safe room" (aka downstairs bathroom).
We were lucky. It rained hard, but my area didn't get any hail. This weather dude kept talking about the curving tail motion on the storm cells.
© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder
1 comment:
Glad all is well there. Glad, too, that you were sorting worms from the humus, not the hummus.
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