Sturm und drang

We had a little storm front come through Sunday evening:

Very grateful that the only damage to my back yard was a whole lotta leaves on the ground yesterday morning.

Others in the cluster, however, were not so lucky:

(This is what's on the other side of the video just above.)

And this guy—who’s been here since before these townhouses were built around him in 1970, and who’s kind of a stickler for slapping PRIVATE PROPERTY signs all around the perimeter—took a couple of direct hits.

(Fire department came out; no one injured, fortunately.)

Folks: ya doesn’t want to mess with Mother Nature. Her bitch slap is a corker.

 

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Gratitude Monday: Surviving the dome

My gratitude for two days after our nation’s 250^th anniversary is meteorological: the stinkin’ hot weather has finally broken, and it’s only seasonally ghastly. Thursday, Friday and Saturday brought triple-digit highs, along with humidity levels kicking the heat index up to the teens.

Then a storm system came through Saturday evening. Messed up the cult activities on the National Mall, but it also knocked the corners off the heat, so ill wind and all that.

Moreover—grateful for air conditioning in home and car, and for ceiling fans. I had to drive out at midday on both Friday and Saturday for appointments. Even with my 25-year-old Saab’s AC working at max all the way, it didn’t do more than take a bite out of the heat. Still—I cannot imagine the experience without it.

Willis Carrier—you da man!

 

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