August 11, 2003
I just watched the damnedest thunderstorm that I think Iíve ever seen. It was spectacular, with tons of rain, lightning shooting across the sky and thunder right behind every strike. The GROUND shook. It knocked out the electricity for a while and it killed the phone lines, too. It lasted about an hour and then blew over. I watched it all from a lawn chair in my garage. Bejus! That was some kinda storm.
The electricity is back on, the cable is still out and the phone still doesnít work. No phone, no dial-up internet connection, and no blogging. I wrote this entry on Microsoft Word. I'll cut and paste it later, if my phone ever starts working again.
What the hell. I could use a night off anyway.
That was one impressive storm.
A summer thunderstorm is great entertainment. I've loved them since I was a young child and we would watch them from my grandma's screened-in porch.
As long as the proper, common sense, precautions are taken, there is very little danger, and the show is fantastic. I've managed to pass this love on to my daughter, but my wife hates them. She frets everytime we go out on the gazebo to enjoy one.
My grandma's porch had a tin roof and a swing too. It doesn't get any better than that!
Right On !! Went to camp on top of a very high hill in NH for several summers. A lot of the kids cowered in the bunkhouses; MB LOVED sitting on the porch watching the wonderful "klieg lights and cannons show".
Oh, spare me! Here we go again. What you went through we get 2 - 3 times a week here in Iowa. What a bunch of wussies. One gentle shower and someone goes all ga-ga over the spectacle of nature.
When one of you watches a tornado - while outside! - zoom over the top of your house, then get back to me. Or stand in your back yard and have lightning cleve a tree asunder 20 feet from where you are standing. THEN you have been through a storm.
Wimps. We are usually driving in that kind of weather. Or standing out in it. We're tough that way. Life must go on.
Or as was put to me recently in an E-mail :
"You see that farm-boy leaning up against that silo? He did more before 9 a.m. than you will do all week in the gym!"
It's pretty obvious that you are back on line now. We have been having some dillys here in Augusta just like you. It's a trip when the lighting strikes and the thunder rolls before the strike is over.
The weather man here just keeps saying that the weather will be the same the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that, and so on..
I remember the weather being like that all summer long in GA. When my bro was stationed at Fort Benning and I stayed with him during the summer, I just assumed that it turned black as night and the tornado sirens went off every afternoon at 4:30. By 6 o'clock, it was sunny again.
alittle defensive there Buster...lol?...
while i love watching a thunderstorm from the relative safety of my snug little abode...i have no desire to prove my mettle by going outside and tempting fate....nah!...i'll stay inside......candlelight and a glass of good red wine suits me just fine.
Just pointing out what you wussies make a big deal of we call "daily livin' ". In a climate that ranges from -75 to 120 above, if you don't get out in it you are confined and as good as in prison. So, you go and do. And you don't make a big deal of it.
Lordy! Some people around here act as if a thunderstorm is a new invention. It's nothing here for the sky to be so dark at 10 a.m. the street lights come on. And so do the car headlights. I have been out in storms so dark you can't find your own ass with both hands and radar!
And don't get me started about the power of the Mighty Mississippi when it floods. Tornados are nothing compared to the devestation of the Mighty Miss on a rampage!
Yeah, the climate here sucks. But guess what? We don't have drive-by shootings. Chances are the shootee has bigger iron than the shooter, and more of 'em to begin with!
What a shame Buster missed the whole point to the post.
It's marveling and enjoying that display of raw power, not bragging about what one endures. It's poetry and music and awe, all rolled into one.
My dad grew up in Iowa. I always suspected folks there have a problem with knowing when to come in out of the rain.
<ducks and runs>
MB, YOU miss the point. There is no marvel or enjoyment after the first few hundred times. They are a nine-months-of-the-year reality here. The other three, it's just too damned cold to have them, or we would.
You want a marvel? Watch a tornado rip ACROSS the Mississippi less than 1/4 mile from where you are. No matter how big or powerful they are, I have yet to see a tornado go up against the Mighty Miss and come out the better for it. By the time it hits shore, the tornado is just a dust devil, if that.
A force of nature taming a force of nature - THAT is a wonder. Thunderstorms? BT, DT.
Sounds like the storm we had here in north Texas.
If it was anything like the one really big storm that blew in while I was there last year, that must've been awesome! Next time...take the camera out and get some pics!
lol at McGehee....It's been rainin' it's balls off around here for the last week. I like watching storms, too. I hate to admit it, though, the coolest one I ever saw was one I got caught out in. Driving rain, thunder and loads of lightening. There I am, with a metal POW bracelet on each arm, metal cleats on my boot heels, a Gerber hangin' on one hip, Nextel phone I dared not use on the other and nothing around but trees and open field. I was scared spitless, at first. I got over it and under a bush and when it was done, I got in my pickup-which was entirely too far away to get to before-and got the hell outta there. My stupid boss on that farm in Jersey used to try to convince me it was safe to scrape shit during storms, too. Yeah, right. Me with all the metal, on an open, metal tractor, risking my life to get rid of COW POOP that was being replaced, even as I scraped. "If it's so safe, YOU go do it." That usually shut him up.
MB did NOT miss the point of A-Man's post, Buster, you did. Bitchin' and complainin' about what happens in Iowa has nothing to do with what Rob wrote! Start your own bitchin' blog if you like, but don't try to take away our enjoyment of what he wrote.
If Iowa is the dreadful place you make it out to be, it must beat out of the residents any sense of beauty in this world. That is just sad.
Iowa isn't a dreadful place, Mommabear. It's Buster that has the problem. He doesn't seem to get out much either. Jeebus - just because we still marvel at nature's show all these years later, he assumes we've never watched a tornado, or never saw a lighning strike close up.
I'll bet he scoffs at beautiful sunsets and star-filled nights at sea too.
What a maroon!
Oooo, look, a tough guy! Isn't that soooo special, how tough and macho and manly and studly and...
Oh, for fuck's sake. Take your bad self out of here, Buster, you putz.