Wouldn't ya know it. I checked the National Weather Service website this morning like I always do.
It said "UnGawdly Freaking Hot with a 20% chance of thunderstorms."
So right after I got out of the shower and got dressed and ready to walk out the door it came down one of those tarantula downpours. Driving wind and heavy rain. Water blowing up underneath the front door. Tree limbs flying around in the wind. The whole nine enchiladas.
I got soaked just walking the six feet from the door to get in the truck. Have to have the windshield wipers on high just to see the road.
Drive seven miles to work and when I get there the place is as dry and arid as the Gobi freaking desert. And a hundred degrees. Step out of the truck in my soaking wet coat and immediately burst into humidity. I felt like I would throw up, pass out and burst into flames.
It hadn't rained a drop there. Figures.
By the time I get to my house I am finally un-dampenated. No longer quite as outwardly moist, anyway. Felt like I'd been slightly basted, though.
Then an hour or so later, just as count clears.... The same storm (I suspect) came around for another pass and hit us hard. Just as soon as we are trying to send out the houses for mainline it romps in. Bang crash pow.
"Hold all movement!!!" It's the freaking apocalypse. And the power goes out.
Aw, snap. Working in a prison when the power goes out is kind of a scary thing. Especially when so many of our locks are electronically controlled. Bad things can happen. Doors that are supposed to be closed can suddenly end up open. And doors that you really want open will stay stubbornly closed until someone can get there with a key.
Right in the middle of the storm the gate across from our house popped open and the wind blew it all the way back against the fence hard. I saw it and put on my rain gear and trotted out to close it.
And the wind bent something so that you have to lift the gate to get it to lock. With all of my strength I can barely get it high enough to get it locked again. Nice.
And just as soon as I get back inside and strip off my rain gear.....
It quits raining.
Hey! But at least someone had the foresight to turn on the sprinklers out in the garden right before the storm hit.
That was smart thinking. Sheesh.
So Saturday is going to be National Strawberry Sundae Day as well as Father-Daughter Take A Walk Day, Hop A Park Day and Tell The Truth Day.
I hold out my hopes for a strawberry sundae.
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