Jun. 12th, 2013 12:22 pm
June already? Must be derecho time!
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monshu and I were fortunate enough to make it into work without incident and now it looks like I'll be able to stay dry on the way to lunch and back. (Just in case, my coworkers and I have decided to nix Mumbai Grill and go someplace else only a mad dash away.) But sooner or later we'll both have to head home and then they'll be no escaping it. The forecasters are sounding apocalyptic--70+ mph gusts, baseball-sized hail, etc.--and I'm just hoping that they're overselling it.
I'm actually most worried about the nasturtiums. Just as I was leaving for work, I peeked under the pine branches I'd laid down and noticed the emerging sprouts so I uncovered them. Minutes later, I regretted that choice but there's nothing to do about it now but hope for the best and keep in mind that I've got more seed at home in case I need to resow. I suppose the other big worry is losing power, but we've been extremely lucky in that respect since we moved, so it's not a big concern.
ETA (20:19): Amazingly the rain held off until we were both safely home. I got spattered with a few big drops as I pulled out some pine boughs and carefully covered up not only the nasturtium seedlings but also the parsley, marjoram, and dill. But it hasn't been anything like the more severe predictions, meaning I'm now worried I've done more harm by crushing them with branches. No hail, no high winds, just a half-hour or so of heavy rain and some thunder. Another wave was predicted for, well, around now, but it seems to be passing safely to the north of us.
Kitty has, predictably, been hiding out in the upstairs closet for most of the evening. Not even catnip leaves could entice him to leave, though when I hauled him out during a lull he put up only a token protest. Right before dinner, there was a dire warning advising us to seek the shelter of "an indoor room on a lower floor". "How fortunate," I told the Old Man, "that the Weather Service's advice happens to be the same as your existing after-dinner plans."
monshu and I were fortunate enough to make it into work without incident and now it looks like I'll be able to stay dry on the way to lunch and back. (Just in case, my coworkers and I have decided to nix Mumbai Grill and go someplace else only a mad dash away.) But sooner or later we'll both have to head home and then they'll be no escaping it. The forecasters are sounding apocalyptic--70+ mph gusts, baseball-sized hail, etc.--and I'm just hoping that they're overselling it.I'm actually most worried about the nasturtiums. Just as I was leaving for work, I peeked under the pine branches I'd laid down and noticed the emerging sprouts so I uncovered them. Minutes later, I regretted that choice but there's nothing to do about it now but hope for the best and keep in mind that I've got more seed at home in case I need to resow. I suppose the other big worry is losing power, but we've been extremely lucky in that respect since we moved, so it's not a big concern.
ETA (20:19): Amazingly the rain held off until we were both safely home. I got spattered with a few big drops as I pulled out some pine boughs and carefully covered up not only the nasturtium seedlings but also the parsley, marjoram, and dill. But it hasn't been anything like the more severe predictions, meaning I'm now worried I've done more harm by crushing them with branches. No hail, no high winds, just a half-hour or so of heavy rain and some thunder. Another wave was predicted for, well, around now, but it seems to be passing safely to the north of us.
Kitty has, predictably, been hiding out in the upstairs closet for most of the evening. Not even catnip leaves could entice him to leave, though when I hauled him out during a lull he put up only a token protest. Right before dinner, there was a dire warning advising us to seek the shelter of "an indoor room on a lower floor". "How fortunate," I told the Old Man, "that the Weather Service's advice happens to be the same as your existing after-dinner plans."
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