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The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. ―Edmund Burke

Live-Blogging from the Lake

Yeah. The back porch is a lake. 🙂

LakePatioLake Patio, we call it.

It’s high rush hour. The I-17 is closed in both directions. Water is still pouring out of the sky.

As the clouds gathered — they looked like nuclear bomb mushrooms along about 1:30 in the afternoon — and later in the day the sky darkened, for a few minutes I thought we might be looking at a potential tornado.

But no. I think this is just a routine freshet.

So far, we haven’t lost power. That’s nice, but the world wouldn’t end: exterior temp has dropped to a highly tolerable 80 degrees.

The main issue is the toilette facilities for the dogs. Ruby tried to go out the doggy door and found herself up to her little hocks in water.

The side yard’s not flooded, but whether they’ll go out there remains to be seen. Dogs, like humans, are hopeless creatures of habit.

My poor son had to drive home in this — assuming he didn’t have the sense or the inclination to stay at the office till the storm passed. If he left even a few minutes early, he wouldn’t have realized the storm cell was this far north and west: by 5 p.m. the local Play-Nooz was showing it in the east and east-central part of the city.

First day of art class today! Personally, I didn’t do well: not feeling very well. Haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in weeks.

Last night I reluctantly dropped a half a Benadryl. The stuff forces me to sleep, but I hate it. Knocks me for a loop. Even after just a half-pill, it takes most of the morning to shake off the fog.

So by 9:30, when the four classmates met the instructor, I was still in a daze, nonfunctional.

However, an allergy pill is probably in order. So much crud has been floating and blowing in the air, my throat’s as sore as if I had a cold!

These summer storms, like the summer temperatures, have changed over the years as climate overall has changed. It used to be that starting around mid-July, we’d get short, spectacular rainstorms around four o’clock in the afternoon. These beautiful events — which really were gorgeous things, replete with wild lightning shows and 180-degree rainbows — would drop the ambient temperatures by 20 degrees: from the low 100s to about 80.

Now ambient temps are more like 110 to 120. The storms don’t come. It’s freaking August, for godsake, and this is the first real “monsoon” storm we’ve had here in the rain shadow of the North Mountains.

When they do finally show up, they’re fewer and far more violent. It’s not unreasonable to brace for a tornado, even though (thank God…so far) they’re nothing like the twisters that blow up in the South and the Plains states. Nevertheless, these are storms that kill the unwary and the stupid. And they don’t usually cut the heat that much.

We are, in a word, screwed.

Hm. I think I’ve said that before.

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