Friday, August 26, 2011

Even Mightier?

A few weeks ago we had weather conditions around here that looked like they might rival even the mightiest storm.

The clouds got really weird and cool . . .

. . . oh, they were weird and cool.

And then the sky got, well, yellow.

No one had ever seen a yellow sky around these parts before . . .

. . . and certainly no one had ever seen clouds quite like these around here before either.

Mistah and I had seen clouds like that once before, though, in Kansas. It was early June and after getting back on the road after camping under those clouds during the weekend, we heard stories about all sorts of tornadoes and mayhem that had hit.

We called them penis clouds.

For obvious reasons.

Around here, though, the sky was completely foreign to the likes of New Londoners.

We watched it change as the sun set . . .

. . . we never really got any dramatic weather . . .

. . . but it was an excellent afternoon for cloud-gazing . . .

. . . and gaze we did, right until the sun went down.

And now, all of a sudden, this weekend is approaching, and so is Hurricane Irene. Mistah, my Doppler-Radar-Man-On-The-Street, my Preparedness-Expert, my let's-make-sure-we-have-plenty-of-beer-and-wine-around-this-weekend-specialist showed me a video on the computer yesterday morning where the Weather Male said this could be the worst weather anyone in southeastern Connecticut has ever seen.

Think about that for a second. The worst weather anyone has ever seen.

Hyperbole? Maybe. But the Mistah and I? We're going to be ready.

We've got plenty of fresh veggies growing.

We've got cayennes . . .

. . . oh, have we got cayennes.

And we've got tomatoes . . .

. . . oh, have we got tomatoes.

And we've got chile peppers and jalapenos and habaneros. And we've got the Uni-Flame upon which we can grill them all.

And we may be able to scrape up a pack of Hot Italians from the freezer. We may have to, if we lose electricity.

We have got the almighty Vulcan, powered with natural gas . . .

With the Vulcan there's nothing we can't do.

And if the Doppler Mistah pulls through with all that extra wine and beer?

I think we're going to be just fine.


Anonymous said...

Those are mammatus clouds...I think. And they are, indeed, indicators of potentially nasty, nasty weather. I hope you all are sufficiently sated and medicated to make your experience with Irene bearable. Stay safe and sound!


Lisa S said...

But who's going to protect "Lisa's House"?!?

Pat said...

Beth got here this morning after the taking the red eye from SD into Ithaca via Newark. Don't know when/how she will get home as she is scheduled out of Newark on Monday morning....we also have plenty of beer and wine. It shouldn't impact us much. Enjoy the storm!

Me, You, or Ellie said...

Nice penis clouds, Ellie! That's a new one to me. Obviously I have not spent enough time in Kansas, or New London, for that matter!

Glad to here you've got your provisions under control! Can't wait to hear/see the Irene details.


Me, You, or Ellie said...

Hear. Glad to hear. Hear me.

mr OB said...

hold on tight!..

Dawnie said...

Oh, now Lisa we'd never allow you and Michael to perish under those circumstances. Rest assured there will be plenty of provisions in NL should/when you concede to higher and drier ground.

Ellie, were those not the coolest clouds? This summer has been unbeatable for cloudwatchers.

Windswept and rainsoaked cocktails this weekend?

Me, You, or Ellie said...

Oh, you better believe it, Dawnie-Girl.

And thanks, Mr. Kneeblood, but they'll always be Penis Clouds to me. :)