Weathering the Storm

It is What Cheer flea market weekend, something that brings loud groans from my usually uncomplaining Anna (watching the girls play with the neighbor kids earlier, I saw Grace get very angry and walking away from the other girls, told her she has been spoiled having Anna as her main playmate, as Anna is so even tempered and fair about everything, Grace doesn't know how to react to brattiness). Anna was right, as usual. It was unbearably hot and humid and the air was so heavy. We walked for miles to find only a little cubby shelf and a rolling pin, when thunder started to rumble. Well, we thought, rain should cool it off and we strolled slowly from the field to the buildings. In the moments that took, lightning was streaking down from the clouds, I don't even have time to think about counting between lightning and thunder, because it cracked a second after the strike. We headed to a tin sided barn, the closest shelter. The wind came up, lightning hit the transformer right by the barn, then the deluge, so much wind and rain and electrical craziness, doors had to be shut, making the barn suffocatingly hot and the noise from the storm hitting the tin roof and sides was deafening. I tell the girls to grab us and hold on for dear life if the roof came off, which at that time, I was certain it would. We were spared that, thank goodness, but many dealers out in the field couldn't get things covered up quickly enough, lots dashed to the ground and ruined. Not a good day for anyone.

Today, we are supposed to be studying Egyptian art, but the girls got more interested in Egyptian makeup, so stop for dress up, make-up time. We also looked up Walk Like an Egyptian on youtube, had forgotten about the line "And the Chinese know, oh way oh, they walk along like Egyp-ti-ans". So fitting.