So I went home to Southern Indiana last weekend.  I took somethings down to hand over to others.  I had some administrative things to do for my sister.  I hadn’t been home in over a year now.  Seemed strange.  But with Dad gone, I just hadn’t found a good reason to make the 6 hour drive.  OK, 5.5 hours the way I drive.

The weather was actually nice.  It was in the 70s and 80s without the awful humidity.  I got to see my friend, Kay, and spend some time with them.  Her husband, Don, is my favorite jokester.  My favorite line from this visit was, “Have to take her with you because too ugly to kiss good-bye.” 

I attempted to go to the New Albanian Brewing Company, which was just up the street from where I was staying.  It’s a converted firehouse that they’ve made into a restaurant / pub.  I hear the beers are good and the reviews say the food is good.  I just couldn’t catch a good time to go when they were open!  Maybe next time.

I went out to the cemetery to drop off flowers and visit.  Back in May, a pretty good sized tornado went through Henryville and Marysville.  Marysville was pretty much removed from the map.  Not that there wasn’t much to remove to begin with, but it was pretty empty.  My cousins’ maternal grandmother had lived in Marysville.  That entire row of houses was gone. 

In the Barnes Cemetery, there is a visible path where the tornado went through.  My grandparents stone had to be reattached.  My parents’ stone had been moved off its base, but was pushed back into place.  The trees on the backside of the cemetery are all missing the tops out of them.  I lost count of the number of logging trucks we saw in the area.  It’s a big clean up job all around there.

So on Monday, I drove back to Chicago.  I ran into one really big storm with lots of rain and a couple of smaller storms.  Still no rain here here at the house though.  Still dry.

So the guys now call Sascha Honey Badger, coz  Honey Badger don’t care.  Because Sascha doesn’t care much what you do to her as long as you pet her, they’ve given her that nickname.  It’s probably going to stick, too.  I hear her being called Honey Badger all the time now.  Poor baby.  She’s still my Sascharrini.