Just a day-in-the-life post here. I drove my husband to the eye doctor yesterday and had to wait for him in my car because the office’s COVID policy didn’t allow anyone but patients in the waiting room.
So there I was, facing east overlooking a rather wide, open stretch of land and a large road-construction project. The bank’s sign across the street said that it was 95 outside. I turned on my car and ran the AC on low. It wasn’t too bad.
As I was getting some work done in the front seat of my car, I looked up and out through the windshield at one point, noticing as I did that the sky to the south (my right) was sunny and blue, with big fluffy white clouds.
At the same time I noted that the sky to the north (my left) was dark and ominous, with a thicker layer of white clouds hanging low in a gray sky.
The sunny clouds to the south (my right) were moving to the east, leaning north. The dark clouds to the north (my left) were also moving to the east, but leaning south. I wondered what would happen when they ran into each other.
Directly north, the sky was even darker.
I checked the weather radar. Uh oh.
And here came the front, turning windy as it collided with the sunny blue sky, fluffy white clouds, and humid 95º temperature.
The car began to rock, buffeted by the gusts, and I suddenly started to wonder if there was anything to be concerned about (tornado wise). But thanks to technology (my phone), I quickly realized everything was fine.
And I was also able to text my daughters, at home several miles to the east, that a storm was coming and they might want to get our very storm-averse dog outside to do her business while the weather still looked nice and she had no clue what was coming. It worked! Which was good, because by the time my husband and I returned home, it was raining hard and she had made herself scarce.