Shoes Etc.

Last Friday, we heard the emergency alarm system blaring a warning. I was so out of touch with news and event; I didn't know what the warning was about. It was for Tornado. My kids were just finishing piano lessons, but I didn't have to worry about their piano teacher. She's safe in minutes from leaving my house. Her next student lives nearby.

It was fortuitous that we're in the middle of repainting outside. All my windows were covered and draped in plastic. My two little children went visiting next door to their Lola's house earlier. When I heard about the Tornado warning, I was concerned that they're not where I can see them. I went to pick them up. By the time we were walking back to my house, hails the sizes of little marbles were raining from the sky. We made it inside sans bruises. There wasn't that many hail because after a few minutes it stopped.

I find it fascinating to see a hail. Raining ice cubes in a not-so-cold weather anymore. I could probably google the information, but that wouldn't be fun. I was thinking that hail is more logical in winter than in spring. In winter, there's actually cold enough weather to make the water freeze. I can still recall the first time I saw hail. It was scary and exciting all at the same time. I imagine it's the same feeling seeing your personal favorite star walking towards you, looking like he's about to axe you.

This afternoon, my daughter and I stepped out of the house. We were going to go to the Mall, but stopped by One Price Shoe Store instead. We had such great time trying on shoes. I think my daughter's shoe interest was awakened today. We left with 5 pairs of shoes between us. I got a pair of sandals for my mother, and three pairs for DD.

At one point, I was afraid she's going to wrestle a petite lady over a pair of sandals. I talked her out of it but only because the sandals came in blue. That's her favorite over any other color right now.

After shoe shopping, we went to Chilis and had a drink over dessert and appetizer. It was only lemonade but we opt to sit in a bar. There were TV screens all over, and we had our attention divided between PGA and kickboxing. I didn't know it was kickboxing. The last boxing I know where the ones with Mohammed Ali, so I was complaining why they were kicking each other. Lucky for us, our very cute, earrings-on-both-ears-server knew about the sport and explains it to me. I would have been embarrassed if I wasn't so occupied trying to figure out what the numbers on Golf score meant.