Dorothy We Aren't In Kansas Anymore

While the weekend drew the curtains on the school's musical it opened way to a wicked storm resembling the one in Kansas that took Dorothy to a land full of challenge and reward.  The kind of storm that woke us from our dreamy slumbers and had us scurrying to the basement before we were carried away to Oz.

It was spooky.  The winds howling and hail pelting, 

shaking the house, rattling the windows.

The weather girl saying a funnel cloud was spotted in my neck of the woods.  

What could have summoned such weather
after a beautiful-beautiful day

that was drawing February to a near close? 

I'm thinking this...

four days of killing the ozone. 

Heads of curls that could withstand the high winds worthy of 

carrying anyone off to Oz.  

Or maybe it could be the weather gods weren't happy

when the kids roasted Toto at the cast party. 

 (but I can attest to the fact that a most moving 

eulogy was given in honor of  Toto before

he was charred to his death)

Regardless the long weekend in Oz.

Regardless the spooky storm. 

I was bound to be tired anyway for staying up

 past my bedtime watching the Oscars.