The last four days, weather predictions were for rain, lightning, thunder, fire, wind, but none of that came to pass. Tonight there were new warnings. Predictions said there was a storm passing just north of us, and another with us in the middle. Those were supposed to hit 5-5:30 p.m. At 8, Hubby suggested it was time for our nightly walk. Sitting in the basement, I looked at the (basement) window, to see only grey. Then I thought about the time, and how it should look normally. Somehow, this convinced me to take on the walk. For the record, I got word of the nasty storm at 4-ish, and went outside about 5, hoping for photos. Checked it for the next two hours, and decided past history was playing out today. Big clouds, no backup.
Friends to the south of us declared such things as “gulley washers,” and I was all, “this fake storm is all wind and dust.” On our walk, it became clear very quickly that wind and dust were the biggest problems we’d face. I still feel the need to take a shower … 🙂
We were past the halfway point (and past my safety net – my brother’s house) when the rain started coming in our face. I hid behind Hubby, and told him he was my storm protector. That’s the exact moment (almost) that a neighbor stopped and asked if we needed a ride. We’re both super concerned about the neighbors laughing at us. What? Is that only me? OK. Neighbor: Do you need a ride? Hubby: walking apace: No, thank you. Me, walks to the neighbor (Dave, if anyone asks)’s pickup, and says, “contrary to rumor, I don’t melt when wet.” Hoping above all hope that I don’t get much wetter than I am at the moment. Walked another quarter mile, then took a sharp right turn, which, for the most part, benefited us, due to trees on the west side of the road, blocking the rain from hitting us. Halfway through that stretch, I realized I was losing the wet t-shirt contest to my husband. Damn you, bra!