If you are a regular reader of my blog (and modern internet triangulation techniques may have located this individual who is living in a small hut in the Azores), you know that I complain quite a bit about the weather here in Texas. It’s hot. It’s cold. It’s dry. It’s rainy. It’s hail-y. It’s tornado-y. And it is often all of these things in the same day.
For example, while I was outside mowing the yard today, it was 87 degrees (30.5 C) at 60% humidity. It was miserable. And the ground was dry as a bone and hard as a brick. This heat persisted until about 6:00 when the temperature suddenly began plummeting. Within an hour it was down to 63 (17.2 C), which was a drop of 24 degrees (13.3 C) in an hour. And we are on our way to a low tonight of 50 (10 C). Rains have rolled through and soaked the area.
Also, again, if you are a regular reader of this blog (or, I should say THE regular reader of this blog), you know I have a weakness and an affinity for flea markets. For the past several weeks we had been planning a trip over to Canton, Texas, home of the First Monday Trade Days, the largest flea market in the region. Since this is the weekend of the first Monday of April, it was this week. However, for one reason or another, we decided not to go today.
Imagine my surprise and horror when, later in the day while our local temperature was plummeting 24 degrees, Canton was being pummeled by tornadoes! We watched the TV in horror as the very place we might have been standing was strafed by a very large tornado.
It just reminded me that, no matter how much I might dislike the weather here in Texas, there is always someone somewhere else in Texas having a worse go of it than me!