Dress Up Meet And Impromptu Visit

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March 24, 2023

Dress Up Meet And Impromptu Visit

My kids are a little strange (don’t we all think that at one point or another?).  Sometimes, even my 19-year-old likes to dress up.  Today’s story has my competitive gymnasts dressing up for their final meet before states!

The final meet before states was the Charity Cup Challenge.  One of the longest drives, but the girls got to dress up in cute tutus and thought that was fun.  Kimberly’s team of teenagers even started dancing in them – that was cute!  Louis took Jillian down for Friday.  I didn’t get to see their antics, but I can imagine from the pictures…

WGVG Silver Team at the 2023 Charity Challenge in Wesley Chapel, FL

Jillian came home saying the “entire place” smelled like fish nets.  I couldn’t stop laughing at that!  

Kimberly, Jillian, Thea, and I drove down in the wee hours of Sunday morning for Kimberly’s meet.  Most of the time they slept and I listened to “My List to Joy” (a youtube mix I created ages ago).  

We passed a sign that said “50 miles to this city” (where a sister lives now) early in the morning and I wondered if texting this early was a good idea.  Nahhh… I’ll wait until normal nightowls have had coffee. 

At the meet, Jillian found Ellie (another Silver Team member whose sister is also Platinum) and Thea got into the gym-sister encourager mode.  Girls weren’t even doing anything but dressing up and Thea was like, “Marie’s got this!” and “Go Ellie!” (this made Jillian and a random team mom or grandma from another group laugh) Thea didn’t see how funny it was being a sideline cheerleader while the Platinum Team was wiggling around in their tutus.  

We watched the girls do their amazing thing!  Honestly, as my youngsters move up in skill and level, the competitions get more and more interesting to watch.  Thea keeps going, “wow!  I want to do that!”  I had to grab this wanna-be-future-gymnast from hurting her neck as she was showing off on the awards floor trying to push up in her bridge again – she sang as she did: cartwheel, cartwheel, handstand, bridge! (but bridge arms were not straight!) It’s the mom clash between, I let my kids do stuff and I am not watching you break your neck, toddler! I pulled a protesting Thea into my lap with, “careful, your arms have to be straight first.”  My just-4-going-on-teenager-attitude goes, “I know mom, I know,” with crossed arms.  I heard quite a few chuckles from other random experienced moms on the benches behind me!  Thea is definitely part of the entertainment wherever she goes.

On the ride home, we stopped to visit Aunt Becca and Anastasia!  

I love visits when we can.  It’s so easy to think things like: it would be bothering her, she’s not expecting a visit, maybe she’s not in, maybe they have plans… etc.  Every one of those and many more popped into my head trying to prevent me from considering the visit – and we were literally passing by! 

NO!  Don’t think that way! 

Text, call, or just drop by!  It’s the human connection part of us that loves that! 

(Yes, I did use my car’s voice-text to have almost an hour texting conversation with her letting my sister know we were coming – which was funny because my Platinum in the back seat was so engrossed in her texting with friends and totally ignoring my Silver in the front and our conversation that as we stopped she went, “wait, this isn’t a gas station, why are we stopping?”)  And this is why in the wee hours when my moody teen snapped, “I don’t want you to come” to Jillian, I responded with, “well I do; she’ll talk with me instead of disappear into her phone.”  I always try to stop and see family if we travel close to their home (close to me is like within an hour – more if we’re traveling far).  

We chatted, Jillian ended up staying over with Anastasia (next day started Spring Break and Anastasia was coming to stay with us anyway), Kimberly, Becca, and I played a nice game of Upwords, we snacked on stuff (my sister being a chef, even her “thrown together” snacks taste amazing), and enjoyed each other’s company.  I got to see the grand tour of the lovely oasis my sweet sister and niece call home.  The girls played basketball – of course, as they are our children, it got competitive very quickly!

I love just being together!  I love car trips because usually, the people trapped within play word games (i.e. I’m going on a trip, Famous People First-and-Last, Alphabet or Numbers game) or talk to each other.  I love visits where we just “hang out” – nothing planned, nothing crazy, just board games or talking over food or watching the kids play.  Becca said it was a “God-timed visit.”  I love it when God lines everything up to fill our spirits with reminders of His provision.  I needed the dollop of Becca time too – God knew it.  We needed each other’s encouragement and smiles.  The cool part was that I didn’t realize I was missing her so badly until we got to connect for those few hours, but God knew.  

Sadly, a bad thunderstorm cell was coming our way and Louis warned us to “please not get stuck in that driving” so we said goodbye and Kimberly, Thea, and I headed home less one passenger.  At least now, Kimberly was in a very chatty mode and we were able to talk about all kinds of stuff all the way home!

Go visit! Find or make a break in your schedule to pay a visit to someone you have been missing. There is so much work and schedule and life that sometimes we miss the part of our soul that whispers slow down and sometimes that close connection is just what we need to help us reset. It gives us a recharge to jump back into the craziness of life and makes a happy memory we cherish – and it can be so simple as a quick lunch, a brief hello, or even a phone call when visiting isn’t practical.

Thank you for reading!

Type at you later!

~Nancy Tart

Tropical Thunder

September 10, 2019

Tropical Thunder

Hurricanes are not to be taken lightly.  You know, so many memes make light of hurricanes because people have to laugh at what scares them to give themselves a boost of courage.  No, those of us who have been through the eye of any storm do not take any of them lightly. 

My little town of Saint Augustine, Florida, has been through some big ones: Dora in 1964 (check this cover of Life magazine!), Matthew in 2016, Irma in 2017, and we were bracing for Dorian.  Dorian didn’t do much here, some wind and lots of flooding, but it did what no model predicted as it launched up into a category 5 and slammed the Bahamas Islands as the second strongest storm to make landfall in the Atlantic and sat with its eye just off the island for almost a full day.  No model predicted this 1mph standstill of destruction.

Our prayers were with those in the Bahamas. 

Seriously, though, I’ve been tracking storms since my Daddy grabbed us with an excited smile looking like a boy just opening his favorite toy – “come see this!”  Katy and I raced out of the fortified laundry room where us kids were hiding during Hugo outside into an eerie calm to stare up a black funnel to a tiny circle of stars and I asked, “Daddy, where are the rest of the stars?” We were looking up Hurrican Hugo’s eye in North Charleston, South Carolina in 1989.  That became an obsession.  I watched “Twister” two years after it came out and that rekindled my interest in meteorology, but that’s just me – I’m interested in everything and have likely studied any topic at some point. 

Storms generally follow one of two basic tracks.  You can predict them generally based on low and high pressure systems flanking them and the temperature of the currents in their vicinity.  Yet, one thing I have learned is that once they break that category 4 threshold; they do what they please.  Cat 4 and 5 are totally unpredictable – Daddy called them “Tropical Thunders.”  I have looked up a storm’s eye.  I have played in tropical storms up trees like pirates on ships at sea while my Daddy sat on the covered porch with his portable radio.  I’ve watched gusts of 40mph shove my 6-year-old across the flooded front yard “lake” standing on a boogie board (Hurricane Matthew).  I’ve walked – no waded along – the bayfront as Irma approached, while my kids intoned “behold the power to water” like the dragon from Avatar: The Last Airbender.  I’ve laid over four sleeping children under the sturdy wooden table in the strongest room in the house with Louis over the other side as the kids lay sleeping like Lincoln logs in a row while we prayed the giant roaring train of a tornado spawned by Irma stayed away from our house. I’ve helped countless neighbors with storm debris, cooking food, boiling water, marking downed power lines, etc. after a storm.  I’ve watched my kids do as I did and make forts out of the tree debris – and as a parent I’ve shouted, “watch out for snakes!”

Hurricanes are an awesome, beautiful, unpredictable force of nature.  You can appreciate their beauty from the satellite imagery and the rolling dark clouds of the ocean as they approach.  You fear their terrible strength. 

I might seem flippant when I say, “no, we didn’t evacuate.” But no.  I’m not flippant at all.  I personally understand the devastation a hurricane and its accompanying tornadoes can cause.  I have seen the damage where homes are flat, roofs are missing, cars picked up and tossed – my first school was completely flattened by Hugo.  I saw the matchsticks that remained of the mobile home parks in Matthew’s wake.  I know their terrible power.  If Dorian had come toward us as a 4 or 5, I would have evacuated to my mom’s high-ground, very sturdy, 20 mile inland condo.  My home is a 1979 mobile home surrounded by huge sycamore and maple trees – no way I’m sitting through a cat 3+ in that thing.  Sure, we stayed.  But we were vigilant.  We watched, tracking the storm and plotting various paths.  We had our “goto” bags (2 changes of clothes, baby diapers, important documents, etc.) where we could grab them and go instantly if needed.  We also were prepared for days without power as we were last time.  Not a single outage and our power often goes out in simple thunderstoms.  Still, I will never laugh off a hurricane threat.

I won’t run at the drop of a hat.  I do know how to help others and I know that shelters are for those who can’t live without power (I can, we actually make it a camping adventure!).  I don’t have anyone in my family with a severe medical condition.  I do have animals depending on me to protect them.  Yes, if we evacuated, they would be in our vehicles (one with doggies and Minuit & the other with Guinea Pigs & hens). I don’t live in a flood zone.  I don’t live in an evacuation zone. 

I respect the storms just as I respect the ocean. 

I understand the power of “a little wind and rain” as some memes laughed.  I seriously do.  Daddy filled every 5-gallon bottle with drinking water and the tubs with water for flushing toilets before each storm.  Even if most of the time we emptied them without using them.  He never got complacent.  When we were in an apartment and watching Matthew come (our house was in inland GA at the time) a coworker laughed at Daddy and said, “you really gonna run?” Daddy laughed right back, “I weathered Hugo in a solid brick house up high, think I’m staying in some stick and drywall apartment when a cat 4 is coming that’s wider than the entire state?”  Yes, we went back home for that one.

Nature is wild.  We are given brains to be able to perceive the threats and move ourselves out of danger. 114 years ago when the 1905 Galveston hurricane hit, they didn’t have any warning and were just going about life’s normal business.  Today we have radar, satellite, news channels, severe weather updates on our phones, and easy access to evacuation routes.  All of this was put in place to help people be able to choose to move to safety if needed.  I choose to use this knowledge when needed and keep my family safe

Sure, I will laugh at any hurricane joke just like any other Floridian.  I see the image of plywood Florida with battered eyes tucking it’s peninsula up against the panhandle and I laugh too.  This is our risk.  Some places have ice storms, (how do you even drive on ice, seriously?) dust storms, tornado alley, weeks of rain at a time with no sunshine, etc.  We have the occasional hurricaine, coastal flooding, and severe summer thunderstorms.  I’m a Floridian.  I’m a computer-travel child who joked that “named hurricanes followed my family around” as my tracking obsession led me to realize they were aiming at us (no matter where in the Southeast we landed, there was not a single peaceful hurricane season for us – we always had at least one named storm directly on us!).  I might joke about them, but I hold a reverent fear of the awesome power of the force of nature called the “tropical cyclone” aka “hurricane.”

Be vigilant & safe!

Type at you next time,

~Nancy Tart

Summer Storms

Finding the fun even in storms.

September 13, 2017

Summer Storms

We are an outdoor thrill-seeking kind of family.  So, what do we do when the winds die down and there is water everywhere?  (And the kids are stir-crazy because it’s been thundering for most of the outside-time hours?)

We go outside…

In our bathing suits…

And get muddy.

Sometimes we ride boogie boards on flooded lawns. (Last year we “boogied” where hurricane Matthew created a pool in our front yard that reached 10 inches deep!)  Sometimes we march through the trough of water in the driveway. (This year, new place, new storm, new water adventures.)

The screams of “I found a real pool!” happen when a puddle is more than 3 inches deep.

The big girls make a funny Lego video about Hurricane Irma preparedness.  (My favorite part was the guy in line behind the mini-cooper!)

The most fun after the storm  is discovering the unique toys in the yard (Like the two felled trees that became “teepees” covered in branches shed by other trees.)  and the new “swing.” (A grape vine attached to the maple tree but hanging enticingly low enough and sturdy enough to be used as a temporary swing.)

After a storm, especially a major one, I always try to help everyone focus on the positive.

Bored?  We can help the lady next door by cleaning her yard.

An oak tree is gone.  But it became a teepee! 

The chinaberry tree, a favorite climbing tree, split and fell.  But the leaves make a great mulch for the chicken yard and help reduce odor. 

The power was out for two days.  But we had plenty of maple and oak wood to grill yummy meats and tin foil to bake sweet potatoes!  And we had good no-see-um screens & strong, cool breezes!

We couldn’t get out of our street to go to work because of three big trees blocking the roads.  But that meant we could stay home and play every board game in the house!  (We shifted to the backlit electronics like Scrabble Twist and Catch Phrase once the sun went down.)

We thank God for family, for the opportunities to help others as they presented themselves, for teaching us to find joy in any situation, and for keeping us safe through all summer storms.

Thanks for reading!

Type at you later…

~Nancy Tart

A Storm and Chicken Story

A sneak peek at Long Tail and the Big Storm

August 26, 2017

A Storm and Chicken Story

One day we were playing outside and a storm came up.  Not a cute little Pooh bear thundercloud with a few raindrops, but a giant, hurricane-wind, flash-lightning-fireworks-in-the-sky, shake-the-whole-house-thunder, all-people-hide-inside kind of thunderstorm.  (Okay, it was a simple, everyday, Florida thunderstorm.)  The winds were swirling chicken feathers and fluffing them out like towel-dried cats.  Smaller chickens were hop-flying to stabilize themselves as they fought for the safety of the henhouse.

After drying off from the first wave of rain, the girls peeked outside and giggled at the chickens until the raindrops were so large we couldn’t see the henhouse anymore.  The late summer winds blew the tree limbs around like strong autumn breezes scatter just-raked leaf piles.

“Mom, can you tell us a story with a storm?” Asked Rebeccah.

“A Long Tail story!” yipped Kimberly.  She was five, and she loved Long Tail.

So we snuggled on the couch with lightning flashes illuminating the room through the big windows and started what would become “Long Tail and the Big Storm.”

The chickens of the yard were ruled by Long Tail, the great yellow chief, and guarded by Long Tail and Alfredo, the white rooster imported some time ago.  Under this rooster team, the hens and pullets scratched and gossiped and laid eggs all day with no worries.

On one autumn day the bright sky darkened with angry clouds.  The sun hid.  The birds in the woods started crying warnings and flying away.  Two small humans who were playing in the henhouse with the baby biddies, heard a booming crack of thunder and jumped!  They put the baby biddies back in the safe brooder and left the henhouse.

“Look at those little humans!” cawed Alfredo, laughing, “running like rabbits!”

A giant bolt of lightning lit up the sky just behind the woods and a cannon-loud BOOM of thunder shattered the air.  Alfredo scrambled into the henhouse and hid under the brooder.

All the hens laughed at the silly rooster.

Even Red Feathers and Golden Eye, two of the youngest pullets, laughed at him.

Long Tail strutted by, “when the water falls from the sky, we come in.” Long Tail was not afraid.

A big wind shrieked through the henhouse.  It blew the people door open!

Can Long Tail save his flock?  Be sure to check out Long Tail and the Big Storm to see just how this courageous rooster accomplishes this brave feat!

Thanks for reading!

Type at you next time…

~Nancy Tart

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