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Friday, August 22, 2014
What a Difference a Day Makes
What a Difference a Day Makes
In case you didn’t watch the news this past week, from
Sunday night right on through Tuesday night we here in North Phoenix were not
only “under siege”, we were “under water”!
No kidding! Steve and
I went with Sarah and the boys out to dinner and came out from the restaurant
at 7:30 to a very gray sky, clouds, heavy winds-all the makings of an expected
monsoon. Well, suddenly we had not one
but 3 separate lightning storms and rain following us the 30 miles back home to
Anthem/New River!
The noise was so loud that even with my earplugs set firmly
in place; the noise kept waking me up.
Okay, some of that may have been the various paws holding on to my face
and arms, but I digress. The point is-it
was blowing and raining really HARD!
Monday was on and off wind and rain. But oh my word, Tuesday night the heavens
broke loose! We were sure the wind was
blowing the rain so hard that we’d lose power (again), but the fans and a/c
kept going. For that we were more than
thankful.
However, 6:15 came with Lucky begging to go out. When she saw the rain, she did the “oh no,
not me mom!” dance. She refused to even
go on the covered patio, which seemed perfectly agreeable to use just the night
before!
She should’ve gone too.
At 6:30, we were under siege! The
wind was blowing at 50 MPH, the rain coming down so hard that the news reports
said we had 5” in an hour and the lightning and thunder were pretty darn
frightening!
Our yard looked like a dirty pool. I tried to take Lucky out front to potty
under an umbrella. Nope. Wasn’t happening. I tried walking her to the pocket park across
the street. That is a wash-which was now
a dirty pool as well.
I posted a photo during a mild break for everyone to
see-that pool is normally a ditch full of boulders.
Our friends who live up a street and against the wash texted
me a photo of the other side of their fence-the desert was now a rushing
dangerous river!
Soon after our power went out for 4 hours, the freeway was
shut down from the mud and flash floods, several schools were shut for the day
and everyone was told to stay HOME.
Alex dropped off Aidan to me later in the afternoon. Aidan summed up his day by disgustedly
telling me, “Grandma-they wouldn’t let me go out and play at lunch! And the teachers made us do nothing but learn
all day!”
I suppose learning is tough when you’re 6. But better than drowning!
By Wednesday morning-no one would have been able to tell
what we had all witnessed the day prior.
We woke up to a clear blue sky without a hint of a cloud, 85 degrees
with the most wonderful light waft of a breeze.
Oh what a difference a day really does make.
