Tuesday the Hubby tells me that the chance of rain on Saturday is 100% and the temperature predictions are cool.
Awe. We've had plans since November last to take Frankie to the April Mobile Autism Funky Fun Run. Ten years of Frankie's attendance harkens spring much like the spring rain brings spring flowers. But weather...well weather has final say if Frankie gets to go or stay at home.
We took Frankie to an event once when it was overcast and cool. He spent the entire time trying to tunnel under nearby cars and bushes. He was miserable. WE were miserable.
Another time we took Frankie to an outdoor evening event. Nope, sorry, Frankie's bedtime is the minute that sun starts casting large shadows...oh, around 3:00 pm to 5:00 pm fall through winter. No bushes around so he buried his head into a corner. Call him no-participation.
Summer he still turns in well before 8:00 pm. He's just not a night owl, early morning bird, or evening reveler. He needs his beauty sleep.
Wednesday I ask Greg to check again as the weather does what it wants....just in case the notoriously fallible weather forecasters get it wrong.
Not only is rain predicted, now they say it could be heavy rains all day.
Awe.
Still I keep checking. Thursday...same. Friday...now it's chance of severe weather. No chance of sun. No chance Frankie will get to the event.
I send an e-mail to Angel at the Mobile Autism office that Frankie probably won't be there due to the weather.
Notice I said "probably". Ever hopeful.
Friday night I go out to Frankie's greenhouse, close up all the vents, wrap Frankie in hay, and close his door. Ready for a storm.
"Night, Monster." (Yep, still call him Monster.)
Heavy winds and rain don't wake me. I just wake up at the six o'clock hour (no alarm needed as I just wake up). Head to the computer to check, one more time, just in case, for weather predictions for the day.
What? Really? Chance of rain plummets to 5% for the morning with partly cloudy skies and temperatures in the low 70's.
What sorcery is this?
Run....at little old lady speed....to wake Greg. Convenience him I am telling the truth. Offer to make French Toast if he wakes up.
Can't say there was any type of divine intervention. Our weather forecast has been horribly unreliable this spring.
The chance of Frankie attending this year's Funky Fun Run: 100%.
The unpredictable weather caused some vendors to cancel and quite a few people got word that the event was off....but many showed up.
Frankie was there. The abundance of clover on the grounds meant Frankie feasted. More grazing than walking but more shell rubs for him.
Frankie loved it.
Me grazing at Mobile Funky Fun Run for Autism. Mom surrenders that she will never pick me up ever, ever again. Ever. Get help, ma. I'm not getting back in the car by myself.
Awe. We've had plans since November last to take Frankie to the April Mobile Autism Funky Fun Run. Ten years of Frankie's attendance harkens spring much like the spring rain brings spring flowers. But weather...well weather has final say if Frankie gets to go or stay at home.
We took Frankie to an event once when it was overcast and cool. He spent the entire time trying to tunnel under nearby cars and bushes. He was miserable. WE were miserable.
Another time we took Frankie to an outdoor evening event. Nope, sorry, Frankie's bedtime is the minute that sun starts casting large shadows...oh, around 3:00 pm to 5:00 pm fall through winter. No bushes around so he buried his head into a corner. Call him no-participation.
Summer he still turns in well before 8:00 pm. He's just not a night owl, early morning bird, or evening reveler. He needs his beauty sleep.
Wednesday I ask Greg to check again as the weather does what it wants....just in case the notoriously fallible weather forecasters get it wrong.
Not only is rain predicted, now they say it could be heavy rains all day.
Awe.
Still I keep checking. Thursday...same. Friday...now it's chance of severe weather. No chance of sun. No chance Frankie will get to the event.
I send an e-mail to Angel at the Mobile Autism office that Frankie probably won't be there due to the weather.
Notice I said "probably". Ever hopeful.
Friday night I go out to Frankie's greenhouse, close up all the vents, wrap Frankie in hay, and close his door. Ready for a storm.
"Night, Monster." (Yep, still call him Monster.)
Heavy winds and rain don't wake me. I just wake up at the six o'clock hour (no alarm needed as I just wake up). Head to the computer to check, one more time, just in case, for weather predictions for the day.
What? Really? Chance of rain plummets to 5% for the morning with partly cloudy skies and temperatures in the low 70's.
What sorcery is this?
Run....at little old lady speed....to wake Greg. Convenience him I am telling the truth. Offer to make French Toast if he wakes up.
Can't say there was any type of divine intervention. Our weather forecast has been horribly unreliable this spring.
The chance of Frankie attending this year's Funky Fun Run: 100%.
The unpredictable weather caused some vendors to cancel and quite a few people got word that the event was off....but many showed up.
Frankie was there. The abundance of clover on the grounds meant Frankie feasted. More grazing than walking but more shell rubs for him.
Frankie loved it.
Me grazing at Mobile Funky Fun Run for Autism. Mom surrenders that she will never pick me up ever, ever again. Ever. Get help, ma. I'm not getting back in the car by myself.
