Cliff called from work at 7:25 this evening, asking if it was raining here. There's a TV in the break room where he works, and he was seeing all kinds of warnings for our area.
"Nope," I told him. "Just a little thunder and lightning in the distance."
I had barely closed my cell phone when all hell broke loose. Straight out of the south.
Rain came sideways into my living room window, and I quickly shut it. The granddaughters' trampoline, west of the house, went flying God only knew where. My daughter called, telling me they'd lost their DishTV signal. She asked if my Blackout Buddy was charged up.
I called Cliff back and thanked him for jinxing me. By this time I had lost the satellite signal on our Dish TV AND my DSL Internet.
"OK," I told him, "What am I supposed to do? I can't jump on the trampoline, I can't watch TV, and I can't get on the Internet. And by the way, we got an inch of rain in fifteen minutes."
Little by little, life got back to normal... except for the trampoline. I was creeping around in the dark looking at the shattered trampoline and the rain gauge (one inch, total, even then) when I saw the renter's boy heading to my back door. I let him ring the doorbell, heard Sadie barking in the house, and then turned my flashlight on him. (Yeah, I'm ornery that way.)
"Yes?" I said, trying to sound like Vincent Price.
"Did you know your trampoline blew over at Marvin's?"
"Yep; I saw that when it happened."
I do love a good storm.