Yesterday was sleep late day after my late night meteor watching excursion with Neighbor Betty. In addition to some pretty cool meteors we saw something strange and as yet unexplained. More about that later.
It was another stinking hot day. The problem is that around here a string of hot days does not bode well for us. It means that some nasty thunderstorms will soon follow.
Last night about 6:30 p.m. the wind picked up and storm blew in at an incredible speed. The large maple tree outside our little home office was bending and the leaves were being whipped into a frenzy.
It's at this point that we go into readiness. Our standard response is to gather up the pets and prepare ourselves to head into the basement at a moment's notice. Last night The Farmer headed upstairs to find the cat. When he looking into my sewing room he saw that the force of the wind had knocked the bottom window clean out of the frame! It was sitting in the middle of the floor and rain was pouring in. He quickly put the window back into the frame and locked it tight. Unfortunately, he was unable to locate the cat who had found one of his hiding spots.
When he returned back downstairs he looked out the window and sounded the alarm, "In the basement, NOW!!"
Outside there were two clouds that seemed to collide and were sent spinning. A portion of the bottom began to dip to the ground. Fascinating as it is, that spells possible danger. We grabbed up the Chihuahua's and yelled for the Other Mother to come quick.
She said, "Oh, I've just got a couple more dinner dishes to wash."
"No, you don't. Downstairs NOW!"
We sat in the cool basement while the storm passed overhead. A tornado never did fully develop and for that we are glad. It's never a dull moment in the midwest.
And, sorry, no pictures. I'm sure that your imagination can whip up something dangerous and colorful. Right?