We made the eight-hour drive to see my new nephew Friday (he was cute and poopy), then drove back Sunday. The weather was muggy and the skies were strange–at one point when it was windy and hailing and I was exclaiming that some “shit is going to go down in that cloud” we started passing news vans and amateur storm chasers parked on the side of the highway. Jut kept driving. I guess the storm we missed by about five minutes produced the funnel shown in this slide show. Last image on the last page. I’m pretty sure that’s the green cloud we were seeing.
Monday we were tired, and I tried to clean while Jut mowed the wet grass. We planted a tree and a tiny wisteria plant we got in Missouri. In the process I dug up a strange hip-type bone that we decided not to investigate further. Jut just threw the bone pieces into the compost heap.
Later, somehow we dropped a (finished) frozen pizza to the bottom of the oven where it immediately burst into greasy cheesy flames. We stood and looked at it for a few seconds, and I said nonchalantly, “That’s on fire, in there.” Jut said, “I guess shut the door.”
Then we laughed and cleaned up the mess and cleared out the smoke and got ice cream instead.
We know how to react in emergency situations, is what I am saying. As if nothing unusual is happening at all.
Tuesday I went back to work, and Jut’s online class started. We got the dogs back from the kennel, an old friend crashed on our couch (he’s driving to L.A. and I am not jealous). Last night I had a horrible dream that I took a shower and used mayo as soap, and it was awful. AWFUL.
That’s what’s going on here.
Best post EVAH.
Love,
black sheeped
