Blew The Roof Off
Blew the Roof Off
When I was in college “blew the roof off,” meant wow did we have a really great party and wow the rock and roll music was fantastic.” Recently I heard someone make a similar comment about the music they heard at a concert. And when I was a child, blew the roof off meant, “My mom was really mad and her yelling blew the roof off the house.”
Well, here in Oklahoma “blew the roof off” has a more literal meaning! Yea, perhaps you noticed that roofs tend to get blown off fairly frequently here. I am sad to say, the 40, 50, 60 and 70-mile flat line winds have blown the roof off Heritage House, the little white brick house next to the church. Well, it didn’t blow the whole roof off, and it didn’t blow our new fence down, but it did blow a number of shingles off the roof and damaged other shingles in a variety of spots. So, it will need to be replaced, and replaced pretty quickly.
The wind has certainly been something this year! My favorite tree that once upon a time was 75-feet tall, and I would go sit in it to watch the wildlife in the creek behind my house, and watch the Mississippi Kites and other birds fly, was also blown away. All that remains is a 12-tall stump, and the exact spot I would sit. The rest of the tree, that was now just 60-feet tall fell across the fence into the neighbor’s yard! Somehow, it just barely missed their roof, fell across their fish pond (not into it) and didn’t do a bit a damage to the fence. The bottom portion of the limb snapped off by the wind, fell to the ground next to the fence, standing straight up, then snapped in half at the top of fence, falling at an angle into the neighbor’s yard. Amazing that a 60-foot tree, falls due to extreme winds and doesn’t do any damage to the structures around it. Although it did take more than a few hours to clean up the mess up it created.
Another thing the winds of life blew my way, was one of my best friends over the past 18 years who made her transition into the invisible ethers. She was always the life of the party, a great conversationalist and always willing to jump up into my lap with a great big purr. Tessa was a talkative, feisty, yet sweet, black, gold and brown Calico Torte. Tessa was 19 years old and spent the first year of her life in an animal shelter cage receiving health care. Then shortly after moving here to Oklahoma City, Shavonne and I went to PetSmart and Tessa reached through the bars of her cage with her paw to tap Shavonne on the back, saying, “Hey ya’ll take me home with you, I will make the best friend ever, always willing to be the way of Love.” And she always was, I will miss her loud purrs as she snuggles up in my lap. (Pictures on faceBook)
April was certainly an interesting month, blowing in lots of interesting opportunities. We did have a fantastic Easter Celebration and awesome workshop with Rev. Sharon Conner and many other great events. May looks like it will also be an amazing month, you know that other saying, “April showers bring May flowers.” I actually already have some May flowers blooming in my yard. Gerber Daisies (I had them in my sunroom) and this beautiful pink wildflower that grows along our highways!
Namaste, I see the Light In YOU! Rev. Doc. Patrick