Tropical Storm Hannah arrived in the late afternoon on Friday. The
hype was in
full force yet my 8-year-old still managed to have football practice in the rain. The brunt of the storm wasn't due to hit the area until the middle of the night, so practice was held in what could be referred to as a Seattle sprinkle. Kudos for the coaches who stood out there for two hours and taught the game to fledging
Mosses,
Mannings and
Manns'.
I got several
WTF? phone calls from my wife during my two hour stint sitting under an oak tree watching practice. But honestly, at no point did the weather seem life threatening. There was no thunder and no lightening... just a steady, fine mist of a rain.
It wasn't until much later that the ass whoopin' came and still it was mild in comparison to other
storms I have encounter here in North Carolina.
We didn't get the word that my boys' football games would be cancelled until about 7:30am on Saturday.
Once we got the news, my wife and I laid in our bed with the window open and just listened to the rain; about every twenty minutes it would surge hard then cut back to a trickle.
Seeing an opening in unscheduled time (a rare site these days with school, football and work), I convinced the boys to make us a pot of coffee which they did and then brought us our cups in bed (how sweet is that?). Feeling the need to satiate my inner
gourmand, I headed to the kitchen and whipped up some
huevos rancheros for the wife and I while some
Cornell Campbell wafted through the house.
