I spent much of yesterday with that phrase in my forethoughts, while trying to sort through the various dialogs with health care professionals providing care for my mother-in-law. It was a long, confusing, sad day. "What the?"
Driving home after dark, I decided to stop for a bite to eat. The traffic signal at that particular intersection was out. Nobody seemed to know what to do, so I cautiously proceeded through while cars were beginning to back up on all sides. I turned into the burger joint to find a hand-written cardboard sign blocking the drive through window. Scrawled across the board were the words:
NO POWER
NO ELECTRICITY
NO FOOD
"What the?"
I scanned the neighborhood as I drove home. Street lights were shining and homes were lit, so I figured it must be an isolated incident. I pulled in the garage, closed the door, and just as I opened the trunk of my car, my world went dark. I fumbled my way to the house by the dim trunk light. I was greeted by a familiar voice sitting nearby, but could see nothing but blackness no matter how long I stood there waiting for my eyes to adjust. "What the?"
This morning, although I'd reset my clock after the power returned, I saw the numbers flashing. What time was it? I looked at my phone and noticed it was an hour later than my alarm should have gone off. I checked to see if I'd set my phone alarm correctly. PM was checked in stead of AM. "What the?"
Strong winds had broken branches outside. The tomato plant I rescued from the first frost and snow was laying in a heap at the bottom of the steps, along with my treasured nearly ripened tomatoes. "What the?"
While back at the hospital I received a message from my niece. It read, "My daughter has lice, you should check yourself just in case. Le me know ok?" Last week I attended her 6 year old birthday party. My head began to itch. "What the?"
I came home this afternoon, after spending 7 hours at the hospital to a phone call. I listened to the message: "Reports of shots fired near insert-location-here, police are responding. Remain inside, seek shelter immediately. Updates to follow." The message was from the University my son attends. "What the?"
I'm thinking I should go back to bed or something. If I did, my husband would fly in and be standing at the airport, with no wife to greet him saying, "What the?"
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You have such a wonderful gift for writing
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