Mother (Fucking) Nature

It’s been a while since I posted on here.  Honestly, the hardest part is the pictures.  I’m not generally a phone princess, so I never take a lot of pictures.  If I don’t have a picture, I don’t sit down to upload it and write.  I literally took this photo out my back door just so I had an excuse to sit here and do what I do.  I may do that more, so get ready to be very familiar with the back of Fast Orange and my patio.

I was supposed to go to a hot rod/motorcycle barbecue tonight.  It was about forty miles away, but about five minutes after I walked out the back door, it started raining as hard as it could, with some hail mixed in.  The pants came off and that was it, or so I thought.  Amazingly, as quickly as it came, it went.  Pants on!  I had some truck stuff to do out in the yard, but everything was wet and the mosquitoes had awoken like savages.  Pants off again!

Isn’t it funny in this scene how the weather can change plans? A 600 car event can get cut down to 150 with a red spot on the radar.  I’m pretty positive the barbecue was cancelled,  but even if it was still a go, I certainly wasn’t going to be one-of-five people forty miles from home standing in a camp shelter bitching about the weather and bumming the community can of Deep Woods Off…  Next time, I guess. Good thing I bought beer last week.

 

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