I headed out for a run today around 5:00PM, knowing that there was a slight chance of storms after 6:00PM. Considering I despise long-distance running, I concluded that I would have PLENTY of time to make it back before any … Continue reading
Earlier this week, a very angry storm rolled in. I didn’t even know it was coming until I was watching the local 6:00PM news and the weather forecaster starting listing off the times the storms would hit each town nearby. … Continue reading
The other day, a tornado watch was issued for my county. I was watching very carefully. I had never experienced a tornado watch before as we had an unusually uneventful year for tornadoes due to the desert-like dome of heat … Continue reading
I must confess that I almost called this post “All Hat and No Cattle.” That was until a loud clap of thunder nearly knocked me off my feet. I ventured out for some errands this afternoon and took about … Continue reading
A storm rolled in the other evening after a fairly uneventful few days on the weather front. The wind picked up quite a bit and the lightning was nearly constant. I ran to brush my teeth before the storm got … Continue reading
After even MORE packing, Eugene and I ventured out on our last day together until she returns from Paris. I can hardly type that without tearing up. I’ll have to make some jokes to cheer myself up. Surprise, surprise, we … Continue reading
I was in Connecticut last week on a business trip. When I left Nashville, it was approximately 110 degrees. When I arrived in Connecticut, it was approximately 80 degrees. The conference room where I spent the majority of my time … Continue reading
On Monday, Mother Nature gave the South a belated birthday present on my behalf: RAIN! But only a short drizzle. I was hoping for a nice, violent thunderstorm that would dump buckets of rain everywhere and nourish the gardens, but … Continue reading
I am fascinated by storms. I am terrified by storms. In summary, I have mixed feelings about storms. I have always loved thunderstorms, particularly when I can watch them from a (well-covered) porch. In a rocking chair. In Kentucky. There … Continue reading
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