as my texas friends know, we're a little dramatic with the weather down here. for example, we don't just turn up the heat in the summer - we roast you, we fry you, and leave you crackly crispy (yes, donz, *burnt* to a *crisppppp*). and we don't just have little wimpy pea sized hail - we go for the baseball sized hail that comes plummeting from the heavens, right through your windshield and making swiss cheese of the roof on your house. likewise, when we have rain, it doesn't turn gray and quietly drizzle all day. it is more of a deluge, complete with john phillip sousa at 115 decibels and fireworks all around - and then 30 minutes later you're looking at a bright blue sky wondering if it was all just a dream. tonight we're having one of those kinds of storms.
it started while i was still at work. jack's out of town and the kids were both at work so i came home to an empty house. the dogs were happier than usual to see me, since they had been in the backyard when all the fun started. i let them in and toweled them off, and noticed that the air conditioner was on. the storm had cooled things off so i went down the hall and turned it off. as i came back into the living room, there was an absolutely deafening, house-shaking, crack of thunder. and at that precise moment i smelled....something burning.
crap.
i ran through the kitchen - saw nothing. i went out in the backyard and looked at the roof (in the pouring rain)...also nothing. you can imagine what i was thinking. i couldn't believe this was happening. what are the odds? and then it dawned on me. i hadn't been wearing my glasses when i turned off the a/c.
it is amazing how much "heat" looks like "off" to the mature (though unadorned) eye.
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