My mother always loves a crisis so she can go into attack mode. Even now, in the nursing home, she's lucky enough to have a corner room with corner windows which gives her good view of the mountains and any approaching storm. When she was at home she would stock up and make sure that all her chicks were not on the highway or that they didn't have food and warmth. My sister reminded me that whenever we had a chinook when we were children, Mother would clean out the clothes hamper and wash everything in it and everything in the house and get it on the line while there was still a warm wind. Living near the mountains, we experienced this phenomenon often. I think Mother lived for the drama of a storm or chinook.
I guess I must have inherited that from Mother. When I talked to Amanda this morning everyone up there is pretty much taking the eruptions of Redoubt in stride. That's the way they cope up there in the north country. So I guess I don't need to stress about it. Not while everyone up there is out taking pictures.
Speaking of coping, aren't you just so proud of the people up in North Dakota who are so bravely coping with the incredible flooding? Talk about can do spirit!
Hope all is well with you, God bless you, Diane