I can’t get the hang of this! (Also I am a ninny!)

It’s the weather I can’t get the hang of. For months and months and months and months now, when I have woken up (woken up? sounds weird…) at 0-skunk-30 and checked the weather on my phone it’s been the same old, same old. 25 degrees. Or 16 degrees. Or 7 degrees. Maayyybeeee 32 degrees. I put my layers on and choose the appropriate headgear. Do I need my YakTraks? This winter? Usually. In fact, just yesterday morning, it was 32 degrees and I was in pretty much full winter walking regalia. I did *not* need my YakTraks. Actually, my feet were warm enough in my Chaco sandals with polartech socks over tights. Business as usual.

This morning? 52 degrees? Say what? I almost couldn’t remember how to get dressed for a 52-degree walk. I knew I didn’t need a ski jacket or any kind of long underwear (aka tights). Still, as soon as I walked out the door, I realized that I didn’t need my glubs. Or my ski band for that matter. I went back inside and ditched my glubs and my ski band. And grabbed an umbrella. Oh yeah, the forecast also said something about rain. (And thunderstorms. Sssh… KW didn’t quiiite notice that…)

I started off and it was about a mile and a half into my walk that a wee little bit of precipitation started coming down outta the sky. Within a couple blocks, it was raining pretty hard. Wait! Was that thunder? Or was it just a gravel truck rumbling down Jackson (a couple blocks away). I do not walk in thunderstorms. I am scared of lightning! I walked a few more blocks and didn’t hear any more “thunder”. And then. FLASH-BANG!!! Yiiy!

Panic? Yes. Called the GG. He asked, “Are you wet?” Well yeah. But. “There’s lightning! Come get me!!!! Waaaahhhh!” Of course, by this time, I was two-thirds of the way home and, since I cut about a sixth of my route off in order to take a shortcut, by the time he got out to the car and around to where I was, I was right at the entrance to the schoolyard. From there, it is a quick quarter-mile to home. And lightning? Not another flash the whole time.

Ninny? Yes.

Of course, by the time I left work this afternoon, the temperature was down in the lower 40s again and I had not worn any kind of jacket to work.

Note to self. Next time you see “thunderstorms” in the forecast, check the blasted weather *map* too!

2 Responses to “I can’t get the hang of this! (Also I am a ninny!)”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Hail is my personal nemesis. I don’t go out in strong windstorms(too many big trees and branches) nor thunderstorms, although those are rare around here.

  2. Pooh Says:

    One of my friends figured out that, “Mother Nature is bipolar, and she’s off her meds! She needs to get back on her meds.” In St. Louis, Sunday it was up to 90 degrees(!) and winds 25-30, gusting to 35-40 mph. Monday at 4:00 am a thunderstorm blew through, and though it was 60 degrees in the morning, it was only maybe 45 degrees by mid-afternoon. Bipolar indeed!