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It
was 3 p.m. on Monday afternoon when I walked through the old double front
doors of The Flat Rock General Store. A much needed shower was fallin’
on the old tin top of The Store, causin’ all the regulars includin’
Essex, Ms. Ida, the widow Cora, my Daddy "pop" C.C., Farlow,
Willerdean, "Truth," Estelle, Bro., S.R., J.R.,
"Hatch," Heath, Dustin and Harley Hood to present themselves
inside The Store. Course like normal, there were other community and area
Flat Rock folk seeking coverance from the showers a fallin’.
Slim
had stood up from his old recliner and was a ganderin’ out the window at
the sudden shower of rain. He took the floor and commented that he knew a
shower was a comin’ because his left side eye had been a twitchin’
since early mornin’.
Estelle
noted, as she headed out in the shower, that any amount of rain would be
purely welcomed as over 90 percent of the State of Alabama was in a severe
drought condition. She was headed out to her hair factory for one of them
Monday afternoon by appointment only cut and perms, as her normal
beautifying days are Thursday through Saturday, or otherwise by
appointment only.
The
widow Cora took the floor and noted that she should have warned the
meteorological weather forcastin’ folk back in the fall of ought six
about a possible ought seven drought. Why—because her right side pinky
toe had locked up clear straight in mid November and still would not bend.
In all of her lifetime years, on each occurrance it was a sure sign of dry
weather.
Harley
Hood noted with a slight grin that the problem with lackin’ amounts of
rainfall or the present drought in early ought seven was cause Bro. was
not a turnin’ in all the money he was a collectin’ down to the Baptist
Church. This brought on a hardy laugh and some ramblin’ talk from the
full crowd that was gathered.
"Truth"
commented that fishin’ was harder and/or called for more plannin’ due
to the heat and lower water levels relatin’ to the severe drought of
ought seven.
Farlow
noted that him and Willerdean or Wedge Construction had been overly busy
cleanin’ out near dry livestock ponds and helpin’ John Thorn over to
Waco with chert haulin’ for building pad projects.
Ms.
Ida was next to take the floor and remarked that she soon expected an end
to the severe ought seven drought. Seems she had this hair curl directly
over her left side ear that would not lay or be combed down with the other
hair there, and this always meant, on past happenins’, that lots of rain
was a comin’. She noted possibly that this weather predictin’
occurance should be proper passed on to the meteorological weather folks.
Bro.
noted that he expected goodly amounts of rainfall to occur as the good
Lord saw fit to deliver and we should pray for such.
The
rain shower passed quickly, near a quarter inch in the gauge outside The
Store, causin’ a need for the regulars and all the other community and
area Flat Rock folk to head out for late evenin’ purposes.
As
I turned to offer Slim and Essex a goodbye howdy, Slim clicked the
thirteen inch T.V. remote and yep, there it was — Monday night
meteorological weather forcastin’ direct from Huntsville. Got me to
pondering — would their forcastin’ be any more precise than that of
The Store regulars…? |
