I know we need the rain, but . . .
. . . if it's not too much trouble could we pa-LEEZE skip the weird stuff?
Not that I was sure we would when my weather alert radio began warbeling at 8:30 this morning. Instead of the old one going off every time somebody (anybody!) in an 8-county area even farted, the new one has allowed me to fine tune the area (my county and the one I'm not that far from) and the type of alert.
After listening to the details of the notification, I fed both Dingbat (The Aged Quarter Horse) and Starbuck a bit earlier than usual. Neither one, of course, minded.
At nine, when I snapped this pic, with deep thunder beginning to roll I was STILL outside with Starbuck, telling him if he didn't want to get wet, it was time for him to stop playing games and get serious about cranking his tail. Not that he, of course, paid any attention to what I was telling him.
What he did pay attention to was a gust of wind.
He stuck his nose up in the air and smelling the coming rain said, "THIT!" And wasted no more time in doing exactly that.
Minutes later -- as it was getting really dark -- we were already back in the house when the wind and downpour began.
By two the sun was out again.
The weatherjerks are prognosticating more severe thunderstorms tomorrow.
We need the rain, I know. But if we could avoid the weird stuff, again -- like the hail and twisters that hit elsewhere -- I'd really appreciate it.