Tuesday, May 21, 2019
That's a hell of a wakeup call
It's coming up 2 a.m. in a few moments, and Mother Nature has clearly decided I don't need to get any more sleep for a while. Our house is right underneath the brightest, wettest and noisiest part of the big yellow band right now, just about in the center of this image.
One cat is hiding under the bed in the guest room, and flatly refusing to move. The other is alternately making love to my ankles in the hope that I'll provide milk or cream at this ungodly hour, or trying to climb into my lap every time there's a particularly loud roar of thunder. They go on and on, as if Someone up there were playing ten-pin bowling, and the sky over our heads was the floor of His bowling alley. It may be the middle of the night, but the constant flickering glare of lightning makes it amazingly bright outside.
No big hailstones so far, thanks be to God, and no tornadoes; but others in Texas and Oklahoma have not been so fortunate. We still have a while to go before this one rolls away to the east . . . and I wish everyone in that direction the best. Oh - and watch out for flash flooding. This one's raining, as Texans are fond of saying, like a cow pissing on a flat rock. It's very wet and soggy out there, and I daresay the Red River will be at or above flood stage in a few days, once all this water drains into it. The same can probably be said of our back yard tomorrow morning!
Keep your heads down if you're in the path of this one. It's rough, tough and nasty. I won't be going back to bed for a while.