Four! Fore! For!

Very strange weather yesterday. The wind was really blowing in the morning, but I had a bunch of stuff to take care of so I didn't have time to ride then anyway. We're having a "brunch" of sorts at our home the day after the wedding and so I met with the guy who owns my favorite coffee shop here in town (Bagels & Brew), Todd, to make all the arrangements. I also met with Celeste and went over the ceremony. She's really great.

Then I had a pedicure. Wow! I highly recommend doing this, wedding or no. While I was getting my "toes" done, there were severe weather alerts about storms. They seemed to be just on the outskirts of Marshall though, so beyond a bit of thunder and lightening, all seemed well, maybe a little sprinkles here and there is all. It was muggy, but nothing like "Alabama/Georgia muggy".

The local cable carrier messed up the satellite where they receive weather forecasts recently. So now our "local on the 8's" gives us a reading from over 70 miles away (North), in Willmar. It's like living in San Francisco and watching the news for Tracy. Even our severe weather forecasts are for weather that probably won't be in Marshall. And Marshall is a small town and so there isn't a local TV station or anything. We're kinda hosed in that regard. What does the weather guy know anyway?

By evening, the wind had all but died and it was nice (muggy---but I like it that way for riding). I took Sydney to the hound field and then suited up for a 30 mile ride. It was that calm before the storm kinda weather. I just love riding my bike that way. The wind had died so much that you could hear the crickets and the silence.

Off in the distance, I saw the rain. It doesn't look like rain, it looks like greenish/black air. Anyway, it looked like it was not coming my way so I ignored it. I was out in the boonies by then so there was nothing I could do anyway, but ride home. It caught up with me about 5 miles from home. I got drenched. It wasn't cold...and I only got scared when I saw the crackles of lightening. I put it in the big ring and did my best imitation of a time trial home. I heard my phone ring but didn't stop to answer. It was Mike who'd also just made it home (but mostly missed the storm) telling me to take cover at a farm house and he'd come and get me.

We then ate a big dinner and enjoyed the surreal light outside of the 2nd longest day of the year. It was like looking through my high-intensity persimmon Oakley lenses.

Four more days! I wonder if once my Mom finally gets here, I will be nervous? Someone familiar, who I can just let my guard down with. I wonder?