A few weeks ago we had weather conditions around here that looked like they might rival even the mightiest storm.
No one had ever seen a yellow sky around these parts before . . .
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.
For obvious reasons.
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.
And if the Doppler Mistah pulls through with all that extra wine and beer?