We had storms again on Friday. Hillmomba was under a flash flood warning. Supposedly we will get between six and eight inches of rain by Sunday afternoon. That's okay. The Mansion sits high upon a hill. We know to take alternate routes when the creek is up. The worst part is for The Pony, out in the deluge, delivering the mail. You're welcome, all you people expecting your check at the first of the month.
Wednesday, we also had storms. Severe storms. Lucky for Hillmomba and Sis-Town, we were in the middle of two violent thunderstorms that spawned tornadoes. One hit a town 30 miles to our east. A town that's only 10-15 miles from Newmentia, where I used to teach. It must have been quite scary for students and staff, coming about the time school lets out. I can remember a day when we had such a scenario, and how we lined up in the hall on all fours, with heads to the wall. Some students crying. One freshman boy putting his arm around a cafeteria worker, telling her it would be okay. And another day, when we all crammed into the locker rooms on the lower level off the gym, to the point of some students being the toilet stalls because of the crowding.
Tornadoes are unpredictable. The terror is warranted. Pictures on the news Thursday showed houses that looked like they exploded. Yet the residents were safe, though they had to be rescued from the basement. They were lucky. Sometimes a tornado scours the ground, and rips up pavement from the road.
Anyhoo... on Friday, the excess rain was the main worry, though regions south of Hillmomba were on alert for pop-up tornadoes in the afternoon. Farmer H got home at 5:00. The rain had just started up again, after a 3-hour lull. The skies were dark. I figured Farmer H would sit in his recliner, and check the news stations for updates.
Instead, I heard singing. Like opera kind of singing. What in the Not-Heaven? Farmer H is no fan of opera. Then the lights flickered. The TV and internet went off, as they reset, but the lights came back. I asked Farmer H what he was watching with the opera singing.
"That wasn't opera. That was Gomer, on The Andy Griffith Show."
Oh. Well. Does that make sense? That in such a weather situation, instead of checking with the news for the current radar, and any warnings to take cover, Farmer H instead was watching 60-year-old reruns?
Farmer H reclines to his own drummer.