Summer will soon be upon us in full effect. Meanwhile at Forward Operational Base Yamhill Freedom, the staff and i have been in full situational awareness mode. We have implemented electronic and physical countermeasures in respsone to the sunny onslaught of Summer. Some of the unclassifed measures include the playing of "Winter" from Vivaldi's "The Four Seasons".
While the days have not been over 80Degrees F, it is warm enough to warrant a change from the standard uniform. Change, it would appear, comes with varying amounts of fleece.
In other news: the BKODs have been waging covert war against the vast underground mole army. We are hoping for BKOD superiority over the disputed areas in the coming weeks if not days.
Friday, June 5, 2009
There were thunderstorms predicted for yesterday. They showed up.... and brought something else.
CUE FOREBODING MUSIC
The day began like any other. Lately, its been getting warmer(and i mean anything above 72 Degrees F), so i expected to finish the farm chores earlier to beat the heat and the approaching storm.
i sat with my laptop, finishing my electronic work, when i heard a banging noise on the window. When i looked out, i noticed an interesting reddish cloud coming over the hay field. *
CUE FOREBODING MUSIC, HANA HOU
The wind started to howl, the horses began to spook, and the rain of debris began. It was trash day today; the giant sippy cup trash bins were lined up like little soldiers at the beginning of the driveway. Each container can hold up to 200lbs- they are quite heavy. Consider me surprised when i saw them tumbling like wadded up pieces of paper down the driveway.
i had to go outside.
It was sort of what you'd think being in a tornado is like, but in this case, all the wind came from the south, and less "tornado-ey". The horses seemed to take it in stride after a little while, only spooking when the big sustained gusts came in. As i made my way to barn to shut the front door ( trying to keep oak branches out of my retinas ) i noticed large fallen boughs at the front of the drive. Gardening for the next few days will totally suck, i think.
The power took at hit twice, but came back online.
Twenty minutes later, it was all over. Anybody game for helping me clean up?
*duh, thats the monster winds picking up all the soil from the aforementioned field of hay.