Hello everyone; once again it is I, Chess the purebred border collie, here to bring you the latest and most semi-apocalyptic news from our garden. You may remember me from such semi-apocalyptic posts as “The H Word”, which I just posted.
Here I am in a pose in which I seem to be a good deal more nonchalant that I really am. It was a bad day for both of us. Our internet was out for a couple of days, which the guy I live with said was a drag, and it’s hailed every day but one in the last week, which even I agree was a drag, but today, well, today was different.
Today is a sad anniversary for us, but really, we’re so traumatized by today’s weather that it’s paramount in my mind, and in what mind the guy I live with has left, which probably isn’t much.
He worked in the garden a little this morning, and took some pictures.
And then it started to rain. And then it started to hail, again, but this time, really big hail. There was a tornado warning and the sirens went off, and we hid downstairs in the closet, waiting for the end. I was really scared, and if the guy I live with was, he didn’t really let on. Much.
Hail piled up in the neighbors’ front yard.The guy I live with says that weather like this rarely strikes our side of town, and even the weather person on TV said the same thing, so he wonders why this keeps happening in a place where weather like this is rare.
He says the garden is trashed and that we’re going to move; something I’ve heard over and over again since I showed up here. We’ll see.
Until next time, then.