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.