Mother Nature is unrelenting

Mother Nature and her endless stream of bad-hair days (and nights).
Mother Nature and her endless stream of bad-hair days (and nights).

Tuesday morning dawns with little or no rain in the forecast.

Enjoy it because thunderstorms return on Wednesday, a 100 percent chance of rain on Thursday, AM showers on Friday and PM showers on Saturday.

Sunday might be just cloudy with only a 30 percent chance of rain but the National Weather Service forecast for next week is — you guessed it — rain, most likely heavy downpours depending on the storms that are flitting around the Atlantic coast.

Mother Nature is an uncontrollable pain in the ass.

If the forecast for “PM showers” Friday is correct — always a big “if” with the weather forecasters — it most likely will dampen homecoming festivities during halftime of the Buffaloes game against Carroll County at Floyd County High School.

The “good news” is that any of this conceivably be called good is that fall is bringing temperatures down a little with highs in the 70s or even the 60s on some days and lows in the 50s.

Our yard looks like a wilderness area.  The grass hasn’t been dry enough to mow effectively for three weeks now and the driveway is a devastating network of deepening canyons.  At best, it is an off-road trail for our remaining four-wheel drive vehicle while our motorcycles and Amy’s Mini-Cooper sits in the garage.

Road crews struggle daily — and often through the night — to restore roads washed out by the storms and drivers had to avoid Pilot’s primary roads over the weekend and we see requests each morning on social media on what roads might remain open.

The weather service says a possibility of more flood warnings exists for next week, again depending on what the current flock of offshore storms do out in the Atlantic.

Yet, as bad as the weather is here, we did not face the unrelenting deadly storms in North and South Carolina that left thousands homeless, more than 40 dead and billions of dollars in damages, destroyed homes and drowned dreams.

My grandfather used to call hurricanes and deadly storms “the way the man upstairs reminds us that he is still the boss.”

Or perhaps it is the woman up there who is having an endless stream of “bad hair days (and nights).”

 

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