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hobgoblinn) wrote2008-07-20 09:29 pm
hobgoblinn) wrote2008-07-20 09:29 pm
Weather Report
Dude, if I had known I was going to get caught in a freaking hurricane, I would have stayed home.
No, I sang the mass tonight, and Wee Hob returned the Good Monsignor's property to him, and then Wee Hob and his godfather went to their house. I was to follow as soon I was dressed in something less formal and more appropriate to the heat. I knew there was a line of storms moving through, but it wasn't until I got out on the highway and came over a hill that I saw we might be dealing with a little more than just rain.
The sky never got that green, but the straight line winds were interesting. I've never seen one of those hanging stoplights-- you know, with the three lights and a turn arrow-- pushed horizontal, and even a little more than that, by wind before. That was the longest light I think I've ever suffered through. Because there was no place to go.
But I made it in one piece. Wee Hob came and hugged me really, really hard when I came in the door. Poor little guy was worried. It was kinda sweet, really.
We seem to be done with the Good Monsignor for now. Not the most graciously handled thing I've ever seen, but I think the way Wee Hob's godparents and I have been dealing with it makes up for a lot. Hopefully the Good Monsignor will read the letters of apology and that will help. He has a right to be angry that Wee Hob was confirmed while still holding on to stolen property, though. Maybe saying it out loud to Wee Hob helped him deal a little, too.
Going home, I saw a mid sized tree that seemed to have been torn in half by the wind. No lightning evidence-- it just looked like half the tree was ripped away, all jagged torn wood, leaving the rest still standing as if nothing had happened. Glad I wasn't sitting at that light when it gave way.
Got a new bit of my Summer of Giles story written, some information that needed revealing sooner thanks to the shift in POV in the second half. Am starting to flake a little bit about the things that have to get done before we leave town next week, though. I just hope I have enough time to get this last section rewritten so the new stuff flows right before Friday.
No, I sang the mass tonight, and Wee Hob returned the Good Monsignor's property to him, and then Wee Hob and his godfather went to their house. I was to follow as soon I was dressed in something less formal and more appropriate to the heat. I knew there was a line of storms moving through, but it wasn't until I got out on the highway and came over a hill that I saw we might be dealing with a little more than just rain.
The sky never got that green, but the straight line winds were interesting. I've never seen one of those hanging stoplights-- you know, with the three lights and a turn arrow-- pushed horizontal, and even a little more than that, by wind before. That was the longest light I think I've ever suffered through. Because there was no place to go.
But I made it in one piece. Wee Hob came and hugged me really, really hard when I came in the door. Poor little guy was worried. It was kinda sweet, really.
We seem to be done with the Good Monsignor for now. Not the most graciously handled thing I've ever seen, but I think the way Wee Hob's godparents and I have been dealing with it makes up for a lot. Hopefully the Good Monsignor will read the letters of apology and that will help. He has a right to be angry that Wee Hob was confirmed while still holding on to stolen property, though. Maybe saying it out loud to Wee Hob helped him deal a little, too.
Going home, I saw a mid sized tree that seemed to have been torn in half by the wind. No lightning evidence-- it just looked like half the tree was ripped away, all jagged torn wood, leaving the rest still standing as if nothing had happened. Glad I wasn't sitting at that light when it gave way.
Got a new bit of my Summer of Giles story written, some information that needed revealing sooner thanks to the shift in POV in the second half. Am starting to flake a little bit about the things that have to get done before we leave town next week, though. I just hope I have enough time to get this last section rewritten so the new stuff flows right before Friday.