For your Labor Day viewing pleasure, the birth of a thunderstorm:
I never, ever get tired of this sort of thing.
Actually, we had a hell of a storm come over Port Swiller Manor last evening, right about the time I would otherwise have been grilling out. I anticipated the weather and instead went with a lemon-and-garlic shimp pasta dish. As I stood in self-satisfaction chopping up garlic in the kitchen at about sixish, the sky went absolutely pitch-black, and for about twenty minutes or so the house was shaken by a series of ffzzzt-BOOOM!!! lightning strikes in the immediate neighborhood, the rain meanwhile coming down in torrents. Fortunately, no basement flooding this time around.
Curiously, we didn’t get that nice sense of refreshment after the storm had rolled away. The temperature did drop about ten degrees, but the atmosphere remained water-logged and unsettled. It still feels pretty nasty today and I wouldn’t be the slightest bit surprised if we got another dose this evening. That said, I’m still planning to grill, because ol’ Robbo has himself a big ol’ strip steak sitting in the fridge that’s just begging me to eat it. Begging, I tell you! UPDATE: Well, we did get another round, but it looks like Ma Nature shot her bolt too early to affect dinner plans.
A glass of wine with the Capital Weather Gang for the video. Go on over there to see more coo-el T-storm shots.
** Spot the quote.
UPDATE: No guesses? Geez, what’s wrong with you guys? That was Philip Seymour Hoffman as Dusty in “Twister“.
(Yes, I was a fan of Philip Seymour Hoffman before it was cool. Keep that in mind the next time you find yourself contemplating what a hopeless dinosaur ol’ Robbo is.)