Weather here tends toward schizophrenia. Sure, you might be lulled into thinking it’s perfectly normal–until it goes off its medication. Then all hell breaks loose. Such was the case Wednesday.
True to report, it began with grey skies and a splattering of rain. For a brief moment, it poured. In the afternoon, it seemed as if the sun might come out to play. Though overcast, it was bright–cheery, even. The suddenly, without warning, the skies turned angry, thunder cracked, lightening popped. It hailed. It snowed, big fluffy flakes that, coupled with the wind, resembled a blizzard. And just when we were breaking out the down coats and preparing to stock up on essentials, it stopped. The clouds broke, the sky became a patchwork of blue, and the sun shone bright. It was quite lovely really, other than the myriad accidents it caused on the freeway.
They’re saying it could be much the same this weekend.
If so, other than meeting my aunt and uncle for breakfast, and my friends for lunch, I just might stay in and batten down the hatches. Much like the weather, there’s really no way of knowing.
So for you, dear readers, I have but one wish–may your weekend be full of unexpected adventure, the best that can be found …