Originally my plan had been to do it after the last blog post, but it was thundering outside and I wasn't sure if that storm was coming this way. Radar was inconclusive, but having read stories about people on riding mowers being killed by lightning from storms that were several miles away I decided that discretion was the better part of valor.
I made grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch and got lost in WoW for a little while, but then realized that the threat of rain hadn't materialized into actual rain, and now the sun was shining--which meant I could cut the grass after all.
I gutted it up, despite having a headache, and got myself in gear. Hit the can, went in the bedroom to change my shirt, and took a trio of ibuprofen tablets to take care of the headache. Got the keys for the shed and mower, put on hat and hearing protectors, went to the back door--
And it was raining pretty heavily, too, heavily enough that everything is now totally soaked. It wasn't a major shower--the sun was shining throughout the whole thing and it lasted perhaps ten minutes--but the grass is totally wet now, and wet grass clogs up the mower.
The thing that really gets me about it is that it was not raining when I went into the bathroom. Somewhere in the five-minute period where I was taking a dump, blammo.
This reminds me of several other times that I've been victimized by "popcorn" showers, the kind that crop up on really hot and humid days (like today) and dump rain for a few minutes. They don't usually cause any storm damage and they're very highly localized, but there's lightning and rain and they make you change your outdoor plans.
Yeah: according to the radar loop the storm passed over the bunker in about seven minutes. *sigh*