Storms All Over Dog School

Very exciting storms here today. All the truly exciting storms MISSED us by a county, which did not make Weather Girl happy, but we had enough so there was some fun watching the radar.

When it got time to go to Dog School Agility Class (Boot Camp for Out of Shape Owners!) there were some more storms popping up. The severe alert came out over the radio, saying Severe Storm! Take Cover! Some towns include Town X! Not our town, but on slightly North of us. We had a quick look at the radar, Boss and I, and figured out it most likely would not be hitting us, and this thing was growing fast, but Town X was going to get nailed.

Dog school is 5 miles from Town X. But what the heck, nothing ventured, no adventures to blog about I say.

Cabal and I nipped out there, it's in the middle of a chunk of farmland so you can see for miles, and sure enough, there it was. Trainer Lady and I decided we would go for it, and take shelter as needed. Two other people showed up, and, one eye on the storms (oh, yes, another was popping up just south, and a third kind of west and don't forget our darling to the North) LOTS of cloud to ground lightning, lots of thunder, but no rain, it was like a pocket of calm there at Dog School.

Until I looked at the Lady next to me, and her HAIR was standing on END! I have heard of this things before. I had heard it means you are about to be hit by lightning. I mentioned this hair phenomenon, to the Lady (while moving away from her) saying "WOW YOUR HAIR IS STANDING ON END!"

Another Dog Devotee told me it didn't mean you were about to be struck, it just meant the potential was there. Oh Good. Because we noticed EVERY ONES hair was standing on end.

Well, it wasn't raining, so we continued. (Note to children and non-Midwesterners: If you are ever outside and this happens, get the heck indoors! This is Very Bad and Dangerous!)

I suppose this blog would be more exciting if we HAD got hit, but there you have it. Wish I had had a camera, those were some really funky clouds.

Tomorrow the Mighty Kimbo comes to town. I'll pick her up at the airport, and we will go to my show. Three gig weekend, which is a nice Ace in the Bill Roulette game, but a little hard on the self. Whole lot of energy going out. Tho it comes in too, I sometimes forget. We record again on Saturday. Sunday it's the Biker Bar.

(Bikers on Sunday seems a whole lot happier than Church People do, which is something to think about, sitting outside, listening to music, riding your bike seems a far better way to feel good and close to Fod than telling it how horrible you are, in my personal opinion)

It's funny, she says, tying both storms and Fod together, this is the song that was going on in my head the entire time we were foolishly hanging out in a field with severe lightning storms all around us...Funny old world. I think I will sing it tomorrow, in honor of, well, everything.

Does God look down on the boys in the barroom,
Mainly forsaken but surely not judged.
Jacks, kings, and aces, their faces in wine,
Do lord deliver our kind.
From singing for whiskey three strings on the fiddle,
Four on the guitar and a song that I love.
Many’s the night we spent picking and singing,
In hopes it be pleasing both here and above.
Jack’s string fiddle to my sawtooth bow,
Who loves loneliness loves it alone.
I love the dim lights like some love the dew,
Only thing I wonder sometimes:
Does God look down on the boys in the barroom,
Mainly forsaken but surely not judged.
Jacks, kings, and aces, their faces in wine,
Do lord deliver our kind.

Love and life,
Lorraine