The Masses were said, the Sacrifice offered and it seemed right to cook up some macaroni cheese in a heavy metal pot. I wasn't sure which was best, Thin Lizzy's version of Whiskey in the Jar or Metallica's but I did know that we needed milk and cheese. Then it happened.
Rain, gentle at first then crashing down like the wrath of God on the roof of the porch, and everywhere else. Yes, a rain bomb, blitzing from the sky with indiscriminate fury. I pulled on a wax jacket and ran to the rig.
A chinking thud. It was hail, the size of a large marble bouncing off the truck and before you could say shrapnel, the sky was full of hurtling chunks of ice and rain, torrential, wind-lashed, driving rain. There was only one choice; don't give up, keep moving, reach the objective, complete the mission.
Perseverance allied with sheer dogged determination paid off, and I left Brookshire's with milk and cheese safely in hand, noting that our Old Enemy, the Weather, had changed yet again. The rain and hail was gone, leaving a rainbow in its wake. This parting shot from the opposition curiously snuck up behind First Baptist.
How First Baptist dealt with the multi-hued aggressor is another matter again but I'll tell you this, the heavy metal macaroni cheese was delicious and all the better for being a hard fought prize.
Don't fear the reaper,
LSP
3 comments:
I'm glad that you survived, however, I know for a fact that Blue Feast Monster prefers a ribeye to mac and cheese. The old and enduring battle between artistic style remains and I'm still a Metallic fan (rock on), though it could be that the rain came as punishment to you -- for not thinking of stopping at the fried pie shop while you were out and about. But frankly, I think that the weather will be freakish in Texas until you pay Barack and the boys enough to have them fix it for you.
Meanwhile, elsewhere, the people are riding the slingshot in that sort of weather. Now that would make it even more interesting because on the upward arc, the lightning effect would be - illuminating. I wonder if that's how you become an Illuminati? Ride the slingshot up and get zapped in a lightning storm. Must have worked for Hillary (lock her up) because she keeps endearing herself to her public.
I can't argue with that, LL. BFM would've definitely preferred a steak followed by a tasty fried pie, and who can blame him? And for sure, the weather's going to keep bombing us until we give it all our money and make Al Gore even richer. Texans are against that.
As one Illuminati to another I have to ask, wasn't Hillary's harness supposed to unbuckle and the cage top fly off at the top of the shot? Someone messed up badly there.
Lock her up.
March can't make up its mind whether it's a lamb and a lion. I think that it's the equinox weather...and of course the ubiquitous push and pull between global warming and the impending ice age.
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