According to the National Weather Service in Blacksburg, it was raining at our house about five miles north of Floyd as I wrote this.
At least that’s what they said. It was cloudy outside but no moisture fell from the skies. Radar on Weather.com claimed it was raining too.
That is the problem with current weather forecasting. Those who claim to know what is happening on the weather fronts look, for the most part, at Doppler Radar. Perhaps they should try looking out the window instead.
The cloud that did not get us wet moved off our area of the map so I guess the rain for the day is over. The same National Weather Service that claimed it was raining a few minutes ago also shows zero percent chance of precipitation for the rest of the day.
Don’t bet on it. Mother Nature, as we have learned over the years, is an unpredictable bitch who has a lot of surprises up her sleeve.
Speaking of unpredictable things, most of the storms forecast for our area missed us until Thursday and Friday of this week and then struck with a frenzy, leaving our always problematic driveway a mess of gullies, roller coasters dips and bumps as well as puddles of mud and water.
I got home after a full day of covering a rare full-day jury trial late Friday with about a half-hour of daylight left so I fired up our vintage but dependable Kubota tractor with plow blade and tried to make it drivable for the night and, hopefully, for the weekend for both Amy’s low-slung Mini Cooper and my Harley-Davidson.
A slick and muddy spot at the bottom of the driveway last week sent me and the Harley down when the front wheel slid and dumped me into the mud. It gave my closest neighbor, who is not –shall we say — a fan a good reason to laugh as he drove by while I struggled to raise the bike while dealing with the slick mud.
Hopefully, the work Friday night will make the driveway more passable this weekend, unless another storm drops a load and tears everything up again.
Dealing with our easily destroyed driveway has been an ongoing problem for most of our 13 years at our home and most of that fight is far too often complicated by the often-unpredictable weather and storms that are now part of routine life here in the mountains.
I will turn 70 later this year so I have earned the right to talk about “the good old days” when I was a student at Floyd County High School from 1962-65 when heat and humidity wasn’t a problem and wind seldom caused problems. Now, high winds are normal along with storms, derecho and situations where trees snap off or fall to the ground because the soil is too loose and soggy and floods close roads and wash out basements.
A local minister on Facebook talks often about “Judgement Day” or the “Second Coming.” Others say we’re all going to hell in a handbasket (which is a hard to image visual) or Armageddon is just around the corner.
Sorry but we will stick to our original premise here: Mother Nature is an unpredictable bitch and she will always have the last laugh.