Wild, wild morning. Awoke in the dark to flashes of lightning. A tornado warning had just been issued and, that quickly, canceled. <\/p>\n
Soon, the phone buzzed with texts from Furrydoc making sure I was okay and all prepped up for what’s to come. (She always worries about me. She actually lives in a more exposed and vulnerable spot than I do, but she has Boy Scouts in the family and a ready bug-out plan.) Both of us have our storm preps pretty much covered. She mentioned filling the empty space in her freezer and fridge with jugs of water; a good touch.<\/p>\n
By the time I got motivated to take Ava for her morning walk, opaque sheets of rain were blowing sideways and thunder boomed overhead in a way it rarely does hereabouts. Another warning: thunderstorm supercell spotted moving across the county, but fortunately the worst wasn’t right here. <\/p>\n
Had to run errands in all this. When I opened the driver’s-side door of Old Blue, rain splatted all the way across the dash and onto the inside of the passenger windows. Donations left under the carport behind the thrift store are now tumbling down the highway to parts unknown. That sofa somebody dropped off is going to be really soggy, despite being well under the roof. <\/p>\n
Managed an extremely short dog walk during what I imagined to be a lull in the action. Ava kept looking up at me: “Are you nuts? Is this over? Can we please get the hell back in the car?” Never did do what dog walks are supposed to be for.<\/p>\n
I came home, peeled all my outer clothes off, turned on the mattress heater, wrapped up in an afghan, and am now eating leftover pizza in bed.<\/p>\n
And oh joy — this is the storm that was supposed to be no big deal. This is just the storm before the storm that arrives tomorrow. That one’s the remnant of a typhoon. Cliff Mass should update within the hour on whether we’re going to get “historic” or merely “damned miserable again, only moreso.”<\/p>\n
Good luck to my fellow denizens of the NorthWET. Our normally very stable power has been flickering all morning, so if I get quiet for a while, you can probably blame that old villain Ma Nature rather than the feds or invading space aliens (but I repeat myself).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Wild, wild morning. Awoke in the dark to flashes of lightning. A tornado warning had just been issued and, that quickly, canceled. Soon, the phone buzzed with texts from Furrydoc making sure I was okay and all prepped up for what’s to come. (She always worries about me. She actually lives in a more exposed and vulnerable spot than I do, but she has Boy Scouts in the family and a ready bug-out plan.) Both of us have our storm preps pretty much covered. She mentioned filling the empty space in her freezer and fridge with jugs of water; a…<\/p>\n