I love a good storm! I hate being sold a bill of goods by the media.
The wind was fierce late yesterday afternoon, and the promise of storms was in the air. At about 5 or so, our power went out. No way was I going to be trapped in a house with no TV, computer & with my roomie and his pre-teen daughter and her friends. So I went out.
Followed a fire truck and found the source of the outage, a minor snapped line. Got home, and the juice was restored in short order.
Poured a cocktail, snapped on the tube, and started watching "King of the Hill". Then, the chipper face of Janie Peterson, meteorologist appears. The next hour or so is consumed with watching this red rash on the radar grow into a giant red worm bearing down on the Twin Cities. Hail the size of your head! A wall of F5 tornados from Two Harbors all the way down to Omaha! Rain the likes of which have not been seen since the days of Noah! Cower in your basement NOW!
By the time the squall reaches me, I'm standing on the deck. Finally, the blare of the siren down the block heralds the maelstrom's arrival.
30 minutes of rain. No hail. Little wind.
It was like paying for a table dance and receiving a handshake
Happy Monday, y'all! Anyone remember what the hell I was supposed to do today?
The wind was fierce late yesterday afternoon, and the promise of storms was in the air. At about 5 or so, our power went out. No way was I going to be trapped in a house with no TV, computer & with my roomie and his pre-teen daughter and her friends. So I went out.
Followed a fire truck and found the source of the outage, a minor snapped line. Got home, and the juice was restored in short order.
Poured a cocktail, snapped on the tube, and started watching "King of the Hill". Then, the chipper face of Janie Peterson, meteorologist appears. The next hour or so is consumed with watching this red rash on the radar grow into a giant red worm bearing down on the Twin Cities. Hail the size of your head! A wall of F5 tornados from Two Harbors all the way down to Omaha! Rain the likes of which have not been seen since the days of Noah! Cower in your basement NOW!
By the time the squall reaches me, I'm standing on the deck. Finally, the blare of the siren down the block heralds the maelstrom's arrival.
30 minutes of rain. No hail. Little wind.
It was like paying for a table dance and receiving a handshake
Happy Monday, y'all! Anyone remember what the hell I was supposed to do today?
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rachet:
I can tell it's going to storm here pretty soon probably tomorrow. It's starting to get all gloomy, humid, and I can smell rain every once in awhile. I love rain.
scoots:
imitation is the sincerest form of flattery runk - im honered! 