Thursday, December 01, 2016
Two weeks later we were rained out in favor of a storm front-complete with peals of thunder and lightning. It was NASTY!
That day Adam asked if I wanted to chance walking the dogs. I didn't go with my girlfriends because at our then set time of 8 a.m.-I was no more going to walk in the storm than I was going to go swimming. I went down to Adam's house with the dogs in between some heavy misting and we hung out and watched for a break in the weather.
About 10 a.m. we actually began to see a tiny bit of sun. It was still a very uncustomary 52 degrees outside, but at least it wasn't raining. So we bundled up Jackson and Bryce, Lily's fur was pretty heavy but Dex, Lucky and Sunshine were bundled up and trying their new winter coats and we went.
It was cold and uncomfortable, but we made the 3 miles. I think I looked more like Gumby's girlfriend than a former dancer, but at least we got our exercise, the dogs emptied themselves out and the kids had very rosy cheeks. When we got back to Adam's home, the tiny bit of sun had left and we could hear some pretty loud thunder returning.
I decided to get the dogs home before the next onslaught of rain could start. At least that was the plan. The three of us didn't make it home dry. Nope. In fact by the time I passed the third house the wind became so strong that it was pushing us back to Adam's! Then came the sideways heavy rain. By the time the dogs and I got home, we were soaked down to our proverbial bones.
Got the dogs in, got the stroller in and managed to close and lock the door and shut off the alarm system. Next came getting the girls out of their soaking wet coats and drying them off. Following that chore, I took off all of my uncomfortably sticky wet clothing and started running myself a hot Epsom salt bath. It was so awful and I was so stiff that I didn't even remember hearing the booming thunder or the hail pounding on the windows!
Since then I've put my shorts away, dusted off all my yoga pants and got rained out of what was to be one of the last two remaining water aerobic classes of the year!
Have I ever mentioned that one of the perks of moving here to "The Face of the Sun" was the fact that it would be hot? It is no longer hot.
Given the fact that the 10 day forecast says it will be sunny and dry on Monday morning, but we'll only have a high of 58, I'm doubting that I'll get up the nerve to put on my swimsuit and enjoy my last class. I love it and will miss it until probably the beginning of March, but I'm not an idiot either!
A person with a poor immune system who can't move on dry land in these very cold temps should NOT get in a cold pool (alright, they're keeping it at 80, but I have a feeling that it will not make up for the 45-50 out of pool air).
In fact, my girlfriends and I decided that it was two dark and cold to walk at 8 and decided until Spring weather comes back to us here in the boonies of Phoenix, we're going to walk at 10 a.m.
Lucky isn't happy but is now fully house-trained and is making good use of the door mat by our bedroom door and is doing her best to convince Sunshine to use it-but this is Sunshine's first real winter and she's hating having to be put in outerwear, hating going out even more and takes one feel of the air as I open the door to go out in the yard and literally starts whimpering and shivering. Poor baby!
What a difference a day makes! One day we're sweating at 9 a.m. while working out in an unheated pool and now we're wearing triple layers, earmuffs, gloves and woolen coats.
There didn't even seem to be a "gradual" change either-nope went right from swimsuit weather to parkas. I am so hoping that this rather stark arrival of our usually brief winter isn't an omen.
I have a feeling it's going to be a long winter.