Storm season again in North Texas. I bladed downtown to the big Main Street Arts Festival, then they sounded the sirens and got on the speakers saying a dangerous storm was coming, that it was already smashing Weatherford 30 miles to the west.
I beat it heading east down across the Trinity River, with the storm looming larger and larger over my shoulder and the winds picking up. It’s funny how you can skate down a steep hill and have to push to get down because of the winds, when normally during calm you’re sort of putting your life into your hands going close to 30 mph at that grade.
Ten minutes after I got to my house it caught up to me and started pounding with big hail stones. I’m in a new house, and for the first time ever it has a garage but I found out I didnt know how to open the damn thing since I’d never used it. I finally figured it out and ran out to get my car with all them big hail stones pounding me in the back of my skull and my shoulders, but i got the car inside. Least now I now how to open the garage door.