Friday, November 6, 2009

An odd weathered day

Yow! Rachael and I were sitting on my bed, me knitting, her doing something with her computer, both of us listening to the adventures of Bertie Wooster on an audio book, and both of us laughing a lot. The day had been relatively mellow, both weather wise and otherwise. It was idyllic. Suddenly, there was a tremendous whoosh, and the heavens opened up, so to speak. Torrents were coming down, and were also coming through my bedroom window. Then winds and hail were coming through my bedroom window as well. In general, my parameter for closing my window is snow, but I decided to make an exception for wind, hail, and buckets of water spewing all over my knitting magazines. We lept up, and ….. couldn’t get it closed. We both strained – one, two, three, push – but to no avail! Rachael said, “I can’t believe it! Two hundred forty pounds of woman and it won’t budge.” She is quick on the math of things. Thinking quickly myself, I got an adjustable screen and a big garbage bag, and cobbled together a sort of rain barrier. Then today my friend Bill W came by and closed it for me. It was no easy task. How did I ever get it open and closed in the past, I wondered. Rachael went to bed, and I was still listening and knitting, when I glanced up to see a flash of lightening, right there in front of me. I cringed, waiting (not long, I assure you) for the subsequent crash. Margaret was out of bed like a shot. She ran all over the house barking at it, and finally decided that the safest place was on my pillow. Now, I can tolerate a barking dog in the same room, but not five inches from my head. She finally had to be evicted. She eventually returned to bed, but in the wee hours, we were both again startled by the biggest thunder clap I have ever heard. Today was mostly sunny with several gushers in between the sunshine, but as I was taking Margaret for her evening walk, Right In Front of me, there was a huge orangey flash – I felt like Mr Thorwald in Rear Window. Then a crash that quivered the trees. Margaret was momentarily stunned and my heart was racing. I clutched her to my bosom, and trembling, we rushed home. It is now still raining, and she is still barking.

4 comments:

tribbleknits said...

Poor Margaret! Kessie agrees with her about the terrible weather.

Janet said...

That would really scare me. In New England we got plenty of thunderstorms but they are rarer here in Dublin. I don't like lightening - have heard of all sorts of tales of injuries etc., some of them fatal.

Knitman said...

Our new Edna is terrified of fireworks and I am sure she will be of thunder storms. Poor thing. We used to have two others, Napoli and Abbey that were scared too. I love the storms myself but not when I have a terrified dog. I feel so sorry for them.

Laura said...

It was wild weather and your account was very descriptive and amusing! Poor Margaret though!!