This is December 28th. We are (barely) in the winter season. Yet temps today were in the 70s. I knew that was in the forecast. Supposedly temps would be falling all day, getting into the 20s tonight. When I left for town, I wore a short-sleeve shirt and a jacket.
What in the NOT-HEAVEN??? It was 74 degrees at 2:45! And by the time I got home at 3:30, it was 78! That's not winter weather! In town, I saw a woman come out of 10Box with her young son. He was maybe 4-5 years old. Wearing shorts. And BAREFOOT! Not that there's anything wrong with that at 78 degrees.
Once home, the wind kicked up. I was just in time. The trees out back were whipping to and fro. POOLIO's cover puffed up. POOLIO looked like a foil pan of Jiffy Pop popcorn!
I sent Farmer H a text to be careful of the wind. He replied that he was not taking the highway, but the back roads, because SilverRedO was having an issue. Which might have been good or bad. No winds whipping at high speed while he was driving in the open. But the chance of trees lining the back roads to whack SilverRedO with a broken limb.
Farmer H made it home just fine. Warmed his supper of leftovers. Then we heard a loud noise from the front porch. Farmer H went out to check.
"It was my Indian. The one sitting to the right of the door. It fell over. And BROKE! Into a bunch of pieces!"
"I thought the Indian was on the left side of the door."
"I have one on both sides. DID."
"I guess it's not repairable?"
"No. It's done. I'm going to lay the other one down, just in case."
Supposedly we were only at a "1" level risk of severe storms. The top being 5. This weather was supposed to hit Illinois, east and a bit north of us. At least Farmer H and SilverRedO were safe from falling limbs. We can spare a porch Indian.
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