The weather has been nuts. It rained off and on all night, and the thunderstorms rumbled in and they rumbled out. It was a dark morning, and it was raining hard. About the time that I was ready to set out to pick up Mattie and the baby, it got ugly. The thunder was loud and shook the house.
I headed out, and it eased back. By the time that I got to the top of their hill, it was sunny. It's been a while since I've seen her and we found plenty to chatter about on the 45 minute trip. I waited in the car for them and watched yet another storm move in. I sat in the car with the window down, feeling the breeze and listening to the far off thunder.
Mattie had two stops to make on the way home. I picked up some sparklers for the children for the fourth of July. Found a 'distressed' bird of paradise reduced to $4. While we were in the store, the skies opened up yet again. You could hear it pounding on the roof of the Walmart. Mattie did not take long and I pulled the car up so that she and the baby would not get wet...but it stopped raining as I pulled up to the loading area!
We headed down the road marveling at the black, black sky. We had one more stop to make, an Amish store. They had some real deals going on, that's for sure, and I got a lot of stuff for my $19.95. The Amish girl that rang us up was wearing bright yellow flipflops. I'd never seen that before. I kept my mouth shut, but it made me smile.
Back in the car, the storm hit with a vengeance. The ditches were overflowing and running fast and muddy. We followed a modular home being hauled some place and a large piece of siding blew right off. There were a lot of tree branches down. The road to Mattie's house was blocked by a very large downed tree. We took another route and saw another giant tree that had fallen in the yard, miraculously landing between the road and the house,
I got them home and helped them haul stuff in. I got soaked to the skin. Mattie sent me off with two pounds of churned butter, a bottle of homemade rootbeer, and a batch of raisin filled cookies that she knows Tim likes. I dashed back out to the car and headed down off the hill. Things were pretty bad at that point, and I probably should have stayed, but...'too late smart' as their old saying goes.
By the time that I got into town, it was once again sunny.
I got soaked to the skin once more before the night was over. I went out to check on our fox friend. Disappointingly, the bowl of catfood and the two dog biscuits were still there. The bowl was filled with rainwater, and the biscuits turned to mush. It seems that this is one story that we will likely never know the ending to.
The weather has made for some pretty easy days, work wise. Tim is going to pick up some supplies tomorrow. I'm going to get caught up on housework. Wednesday is suppose to be a fine day, and we'll be right back at it.