Monday, March 30, 2015
Getting to be that time.
There was a terrific thunderstorm here last night. It wasn't predicted, so I hadn't done any of the precautionary things I normally do like taking the well pump off line and shutting down all the electrical equipment.
The weather radio went off next to the bed, and before I woke up enough to figure out what it was, the thunder was rolling full tilt. One blast was very close,and very strong. I thought it would get the well pump, at least, but this morning I could not find any damage other than limbs down from the wind. I like to sit on the porch of the apartment over the shop (it has the best view here) and watch these storms come rolling in. The lightning over the mountains is truly spectacular. At night, the bolts light up the woods with a purple white light and it has quite an eerie effect. I don't need lightning bolts overhead as close as they were last night, though.
April is the start of tornado season here. I've never been hit by one but they have come down all around us. If I drive over the mountains towards Atlanta, there's one spot with a beautiful view. But it wasn't always like that. The forest came right up to the road until a tornado touched down there some years back. Now the forest is gone and there's a panoramic view in it's place.
Many years ago, on an April Sunday afternoon, a series of tornadoes came through the mountains, and the town where I worked was severely damaged. The first time I drove back to work afterwards, I was amazed. Where there had been houses, there were only cement slabs with pipes sticking up out of them. Where there had been woods, there were trees hurled every which way and broken off at the base. I've never had one come close to the compound here, but you never know. Tornadoes seem to be like artillery, they just hit where they hit and there's not a lot you can do if you happen to be standing in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I had a discrepancy in a financial statement this weekend. Couldn't find the problem no matter how hard I tried. I used all the standard balancing techniques, but nothing showed up. Went to the bank, but I knew within five minutes of going in the door I wasn't going to get any help there. The person who was "assisting" me couldn't have balanced a check book, let alone one of these statements, to save her life.
So I went to an accountant here in town. Sometimes, you need a second pair of eyes to see what's wrong. It took him about 15 minutes to find the issue, so simple that it was no more than a dating error on four transactions. Didn't even cost me anything since I know the guy from the gun club days.
All in all, the day is about over and nothing dramatic happened. The weather is fair, and warm. About twilight I'll go sit on the front porch and watch the evening come on. A good cup of coffee followed by a good pipe, and it will have been a pleasant day.