I sat on this dock Friday night. It was wonderful. |
Once upon a weekend, Chesapeake Bay Woman found herself sittin' on a dock near the bay talking to a new blog friend about how it might have been hot but not really because there was a breeze blowing.
And all.
Even though temperatures hovered closer to 100 than any other number
The End.
Upon arriving home
Around midnight, over the din of my fully functioning ceiling fan and air conditioning unit, I noticed the lights flicker for a second.
Or two.
Maybe.
Whatever.
I stepped outside and was introduced to the violent storm, already in progress. After taking note that the storm was hurricane worthy as far as sustained winds were concerned, I went back inside, crawled under the Friday night covers (which usually promise no early morning interruptions) and quickly fell asleep.
Since the next day was Saturday, and there was no good reason to get up
I enjoyed that coffee as if it were the only pot I'd ever tasted.
The only thing on the schedule that particular day was meeting Jamie over at the Deltaville ballpark. I asked Waterman JP if he'd like to come along, and he obliged.
Mind you, all afternoon I'd not left my yard. I didn't go to the Court House for any reason. I did not turn on the TV or the radio. E-mail was checked a few times and Facebook was scanned maybe once, but otherwise CBW was absolutely clueless as to what was going on in The Rest of
Later that day, Waterman JP knocked at the door to announce his arrival, and CBW hollered for him to come in. When he marched into the kitchen shirtless (but otherwise in shorts and shoes) and commenced to declaring this the hottest day that ever was, CBW sensed something might be awry outside of the cool little cocoon (complete with swirling ceiling fan) she was dwelling in.
"Did you not have power today?" she asked, not realizing the new level of duh-ness she'd just reached.
Waterman JP was very restrained in his response.
All he said, as he mopped the sweat off his highly distressed brow coming into contact with the first bit of air conditioning he'd felt in 24 hours was, "No."
Bridge Over the River Piankatank |
The drive from Mathews to Deltaville mercifully included A/C, for those who had been suffering
It's a very scenic drive
At the ballpark we met Jamie and Daughter and sat down to
Although we were cheering for Deltaville, they lost.
The only time they came ahead was when we retreated to the parking lot for refreshments.
(The Universe was trying to send us a message, I'm convinced.)
(The Universe was trying to send us a message, I'm convinced.)
Not sure where else you'll find folding chairs set up in the spectator section. Also not sure where else a spectator could sit that could possibly be any hotter. Well, one place does come to mind. |
Crab pot wire protects fly balls from hitting unsuspecting spectators whose responses and reflexes are already stunted due to 100+ degree temperatures. |
Queens Creek |
After another thunderstorm Saturday night, the county is slowly returning to a "We've got current" status.
I'm grateful that I never lost it and am more grateful to have spent these past few days with friends, new and old.
What happened in your world these past few days?