Personal Note: Apocalyptic Weather
Mar. 30th, 2009 06:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nebroadweIt rained worms on Friday night -- or at least that's what it felt like on Saturday morning as I walked to the grocery store, averting my eyes from the ground because there just wasn't any way to avoid stepping on the poor critters.
On Sunday morning I woke to find my hilltop complex an island in a sea of fog. Pretty aggressive fog, too: I soaked my windbreaker getting to the train station to catch a ride to a college softball game featuring the friend of a friend. Since my town appears to have a different microclimate than the city does, I gave the match a 50-50 chance of being held, but sadly, though the clouds were breaking up over the field of dreams and giving way to bright sunshine, the game was canceled. So I spent the afternoon ameliorating![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kanja177's lack of cultural literacy instead (a condition expressed by the children of mutual friends as "Aunt kanja177, you need to watch more Avatar!") And now she has. Rainout Theatre FTW!
On Sunday night we had hail the size of robins' eggs. I was eating dinner with friends at the best pizza place on campus when the skies darkened enough to fool the streetlights into incandescing and then opened. Hailstones piled up on the terrace where we'd almost been seated, but for the protestations of some senior waitress who declared that it was too cold for the baby. (The baby herself expressed no opinion on the matter.) The rain developed sufficient English on the way down to slam sideways into the restaurant; one friend noted philosophically that he'd left his apartment windows open in the unseasonal warmth that preceded the storm. Oh, well.
The papers report today that the wild temperature swing and accompanying rain woke up the local frogs, who staggered dizzily out of hibernation into the waiting arms of worried ecologists. I tell you, all this scene needs is Charlton Heston and Yul Brynner and we'll have a blockbuster on our hands ...
On Sunday morning I woke to find my hilltop complex an island in a sea of fog. Pretty aggressive fog, too: I soaked my windbreaker getting to the train station to catch a ride to a college softball game featuring the friend of a friend. Since my town appears to have a different microclimate than the city does, I gave the match a 50-50 chance of being held, but sadly, though the clouds were breaking up over the field of dreams and giving way to bright sunshine, the game was canceled. So I spent the afternoon ameliorating
kanja177's lack of cultural literacy instead (a condition expressed by the children of mutual friends as "Aunt kanja177, you need to watch more Avatar!") And now she has. Rainout Theatre FTW!On Sunday night we had hail the size of robins' eggs. I was eating dinner with friends at the best pizza place on campus when the skies darkened enough to fool the streetlights into incandescing and then opened. Hailstones piled up on the terrace where we'd almost been seated, but for the protestations of some senior waitress who declared that it was too cold for the baby. (The baby herself expressed no opinion on the matter.) The rain developed sufficient English on the way down to slam sideways into the restaurant; one friend noted philosophically that he'd left his apartment windows open in the unseasonal warmth that preceded the storm. Oh, well.
The papers report today that the wild temperature swing and accompanying rain woke up the local frogs, who staggered dizzily out of hibernation into the waiting arms of worried ecologists. I tell you, all this scene needs is Charlton Heston and Yul Brynner and we'll have a blockbuster on our hands ...
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Date: 2009-03-30 11:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-03-31 12:09 am (UTC)I think it's just one of those Springs.
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Date: 2009-03-31 12:09 pm (UTC)Eek, no. That must have been scary. Tornadoes are pretty close to the living definition of "DO NOT WANT" for me.
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Date: 2009-03-31 11:52 pm (UTC)