The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

16 April 2003

Routine stormage

Only in Oklahoma, it seems, can a feeble 0.44 inches of rain turn into a storm of epic proportions. The winds were blowing 40, 50 mph, occasionally hitting 75 or 80, and the power was cycling at semi-regular intervals, to the point where I started yelling "Don't even bother! Leave it off until it's going to stay on!"

Which, eventually, it did, and I awoke to an alarm clock with battery backup that had gained thirteen minutes overnight, and a VCR forlornly flashing "1:00" in the next room. (It's one of those newer models that automagically adjusts for Daylight Saving.) And something took out the central boiler, so this morning's shower was a special treat, with water seemingly imported all the way from Hudson Bay, kept at a scientifically-controlled 2 degrees Celsius for maximum discomfort.

We can't control everything, of course — every spring storm is a reminder of exactly that — but if we could, we'd probably muck up stuff worse than we have. And I really don't think we could improve much on this morning's full moon, a picture right out of your Kids' First Book of Astronomy, low enough to the horizon that if you stayed in the left lane, you'd think you could drive right up to it.

But . . . 0.44 inches of rain? That brings us up to just about four inches for the year, at a time when we've normally had seven or eight. Too early to mention the D word, maybe, but I have a feeling this summer is going to be a scorcher.

Posted at 7:09 AM to Weather or Not

I am the designated Severe Weather person in the house. I honestly cannot go to sleep knowing that my little family might get blown away. Was prepared for a long night, but thankfully the storms downgraded before dumping a tremendous amount of water in Edmond. Heck, even my all weather Golden's escaped to the Dog House, and these are the same dogs who sleep on the ROOF of their house when it's below freezing.

Posted by: Chris at 3:13 PM on 16 April 2003

This morning I felt rushed typing the latest entry to my weblog. The wind was blowing, dark clouds swiftly moving in. I wasn't sure I would be able to finish before the inevitable thunderstorm arrived. Well, I did finish and the "inevitable" thunderstorm failed to appear. We did not have a single drop of rain and the sun came out a couple of hours ago.

Posted by: Lynn S at 5:14 PM on 16 April 2003

And yet these hayseeds in suits get paid big bucks for predicting the unpredictable.

You gotta love it.

Posted by: CGHill at 5:17 PM on 16 April 2003

The "D" word...DAVIDMSC, right...?

I'm jealous of your storms, you know. Nothing (so far) like that here in Montana, but I've got my fingers crossed.

And don't forget - we're rapidly approaching the "anniversary" of May 3, 1999.

Posted by: DavidMSC at 7:13 PM on 16 April 2003

Actually, I was thinking of "drought", or as some people around here persist in spelling it, "drouth".

What should we do to celebrate this anniversary? Rip the roof off the Home Depot they built over the ruins last time?

Posted by: CGHill at 6:51 AM on 17 April 2003

Chaz, courtesy of your link to the bizarre search request, check out your entry from 25 June, 2000. Don't complain about the weather. (big snarky grin)

Posted by: timekeeper at 11:40 PM on 17 April 2003

I complain about everything. If I didn't, I'd have no business running a blog.

(What's that? Huh? Oh, yeah? Well, your motherboard wears army reboots.)

Posted by: CGHill at 6:55 AM on 18 April 2003