Yer fav-o-rite blahgger on Monday: Thursday is supposed to get really warm so it’ll be a good day to grill some kinda beest for our dinner/laundry guests!

Thursday night? Pouring rain, hail, lightning, and a tornado siren. Bada bing!

As you can see, the GG is in his element out there in the, uh, elements. Grill out we did. Pork tenderloin for our dinner/laundry guests. I thought of this as a kind of throw-away pic, a quick little point-and-shoot bit of iPhoneography to document the weather during a Thursday evening grilling session. But the more I look at it, the more I like it. There’s ‘hicken waiting patiently to begin his duty as Garden Sentinel. And there’s our big old snowblower, which needs a name, I guess…

Apparently there was an actual cyclonic storm to the west of us somewhere. There hasn’t been a big bunch of news brouhaha about it so I’m sure it was a small funnel, as most of our tornadoes are. At most, there might be isolated bits of roof damage or a few trees down or whatever.

Nevertheless I have a few tornado stories up my sleeve. I’ll spare you the Toilet Tornado for now. Instead, I’ll retell the story I told last night in an attempt to embarrass a beach urchin. It was years ago. It was late afternoon at the Landfill and rough weather was heading our way. The sky got really dark (but not green) and the tornado sirens went off. Dum de dum de dum.

Outside, life went on as if there wasn’t anything unusual going on. 1) Across the street, there was a LOUD woodchipping prodject going on. The workers continued throughout the storm. 2) Moths were mating in a crack in our sidewalk. Hans and the GG were watching intently, with the GG taking pictures (this was before digital photography but not toooo long before). (I love the neighbors who bought Hans’s house but OMG do I miss Hans.)

Inside? Total chaos! People were SCREAMING and FLINGING STUFFED AMINALS DOWN THE BASEMENT STAIRS. Why?
To save them from the tornado…

…Which never happened… At least not in our neighborhood. I don’t even remember what happened in that storm. I know it didn’t do anything to us.

In defense of the Aminal Flingers, they had fairly recently survived the Toilet Tornado, which was actually a pretty scary event.

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