These aren't the greatest pictures in the world, but I wanted to show y'all one of the reasons I yearned for years to move back to Oklahoma. The sky. My beautiful Oklahoma sky.
Last night, while Hunny was working on the Tyvek, I looked out the back door and the color was gorgeous so I grabbed Mr. Rebel.
There's just something about the sky right before dusk, the nights the air turns orange. Can't stay inside, y'know? Must. Go. Out. Side.
Seriously. This sky drew me back to Tulsa. And this sky isn't even very pretty by Oklahoma standards. Yes, it's an everyday sky.
The skies which weird me out the most are the winter night skies. Especially when there's snow on the ground. It took the Hunny and me a bit of getting used to. It's supposed to be dark out, but the sky is white. It just never gets dark. Between the clouds and the white ground and the reflection and city lights, the sky stays white all night. Hard to sleep.
I'll leave you with one last one, my favorite. It glowed, and Oatmeal Head noticed it first. I love that about my boys.
Speaking of Oatmeal Head, we went to the CPR class today. The instructor and video have both explained that if someone is unresponsive and not breathing, after calling 911, you uncover their chest. Maybelline has some questions about that, probably planning now never to need CPR. Good for her. Then Oatmeal Head, quite a bit later (he'd been thinking about it) asks, "If there's a girl that needs CPR, do I still need to take her shirt off or can I wait for another girl who knows CPR?" The instructor smiled pretty big at that one and asked how old he was. Tripped him up and he said 13 before correcting to 14. She was pleased that he was so modest, but yes, he'd need to remove the shirt if he was the only rescuer on the scene. If he wasn't, then he could start a human shield of people encircling her, backs to her, to protect HER modesty. I love my children.
Happy weekend, y'all. And to all you dads out there, Happy Father's Day! I'll see you all on Monday!
Until I write again ...