The Passionate Love Screams Of A Million Over Sexed Cicadas
Bet that title made you stop and read today’s entry! For the past two weeks, West Walnut Manor has been living under the threat of an excessive heat warning. What warning? For the past week the mercury has been ranging between 95 and 100. If that isn’t high enough for you, the weather wizards have to adjust that figure and add a heat index which lets you know that even though the thermometer might read 95 … the heat really feels like it is 115. Come on you sadist b…..ds — can’t you just let us sweat and swelter at 95?
Actually, I really shouldn’t complain, because at exactly 4:35 p.m. on the past two afternoons we have received horrendous thunder, lightening, torrential rain storms. And today’s came with a bonus addition of one-inch hail. Yesterday, I had gone to the corner Walgreen and Mickey D’s to pick up a tube of toothpaste and a carry out Crispy Chicken Bacon Clubhouse Sandwich meal for my dinner. (No, the toothpaste wasn’t part of the dinner.) And just as I walked out of the door, the skies opened up with a Noah-like downpour. But I was prepared, because I had brought my pop-open umbrella along with me. Unfortunately, I couldn’t make the pop-open thingy pop open the umbrella.
Just then two questionable young ladies ran out of the restaurant and began shouting, “Mister, mister, would you let us walk to the bus stop under your umbrella?”
I replied, “I’m sorry, as you can see, I’m having trouble opening the umbrella.”
“Here, let me open it,” said the greasier one of the two as she pulled in out of my hands.
I pulled the umbrella back out of her hands and said, “I’m not going to the bus stop!”
And as I walked off into the downpour in the other direction I added, “Besides, this umbrella will only cover one person.”
As the rain soaked through my clothes, they shouted, “You just have no respect for ladies!”
“And who considered you ladies,” I muttered to myself as the rain continued to fall and fill my mouth.
Surprisingly, I made it home without my dinner getting totally rain-soaked. Which was something I couldn’t say about myself, I was soaked through to my underwear. And the temperature had dropped from 95 to 72. I had to strip, towel down and put on dry clothes before I could eat.
Today was a repeat of yesterday, and thankfully I had not left the house. The added hail would have pelted me and left dents.
After today’s storm I walked out to see if there had been any hail damage. There was no damage to the house, but I had to cover my ears to protect the from the screeching of what sounded like a gazillion cicadas. It inspired me to find my origami folding paper.
Cicely and Silas Cicada making whoopee … and a hell of a lot of noise!