…wow, this guy sure knows how to deconstruct the English language. #fb
A summer storm? It’s unheard of! | Attempts at Rational Behavior
It really was fucking raining overnight, and there was lightning in the middle of fucking summer. However I don’t believe 2012 is true, because that is a fucking movie.
About 1130PM last night, I was awakened by a tremendous clap of thunder, although I’d been aware of the thunderstorm while dozing along. WHAM! WHAMMITY-BAM! David generally doesn’t wake up until things go “BLAMMITY WHAM-BAM BOOM!” but eventually the storm went to 11 and David woke up for a little bit. He had an app for the Weather Channel sending him little push messages on his iPhone, which buzzes and lights up with a cheery little note: “Flash flooding alert” for our little village, so that was fun reading. I checked out various windows, because I enjoy a good thunderstorm and like looking out to see all the carnage taking place with the rain and the flashes, so much like God’s disco strobes.
And yes, summer thunderstorms in the Midwest are a regular feature. I logged into the Weather Underground site to watch their repeating radar maps for a while, and could see a big blob over Iowa that was stationary while the red, angry storm cells marched along over northern Illinois and southern Wisconsin.
Earlier this morning, I recalled the big blob over Iowa as I texted our friend Steve, who’s doing the Ride Across Iowa. At that moment he was on a bus headed west on I-80; he’ll dip his rear wheel in the Missouri River tomorrow morning and then set off on his fancy-schmancy carbon-fibre recumbent. Hope he does well and rides safely, and hope he doesn’t have a lot of horrible bad weather to ride and camp in. It sure was a mess last night, though.
I had a morning doctor’s appointment and got there early, and thinking there might be some standing water on my usual backroad route, took the expressway. Good decision, as at least one of my usual sneaky ways was blocked off with big orange detour signs. I didn’t see any trees down, but then I didn’t get into the little back streets.
Afterwards, met up with David for some yummy breakfast at Richard Walker’s, and as it’s been fucken raining and their is lighting today, stayed in and listened to the radio all afternoon.
