The Strangest Day
I was at New Hampshire for two weeks, and I just came back on Friday. At New Hampshire, I got a little bored, and I picked a random day to write all about. I called this day "The Strangest Day", although it wasn't strange at all. I'm not sure why I named it that. Whatever. Here it is:
I had the strangest day today, at New Hampshire. I think it was all because of my wake up call:
I opened my eyes the same moment my mother shrieked my name, and the time (11:15, *he*) out on the top of her lungs. I think I must have jusmped quite high too. Although I'm quite used to these types of...um, how should I put it... 'alarms', my reaction to this one was worse than usual. Maybe I had been sleeping extra soundly. I don't know. Either way, my mom scared the wits out of me with her wake up call.
Of course, I jumped out of bed immediately, and tried to do everything as fast as possible, but I still managed to get to the lade a lot later than usual. Oh well.
Either way, I didn't really care because coming later meant leaving later, which meant less time sweating my head off at the air-conditioning-less house that we had rented. (My dad said that we were having a heatwave that is pretty rare here in NH. The temperature had gone up to the low nineties the day before, and the forecast promised an even hotter day today.)
So anyways, I was mistaken in this assumption. We were having a beauufyk tune at the lake, when a huge storm cloud appeared in the previously huge-storm-cloud-free sky. (I told my friend, Esther, "It looks like it's going to rain!" and she looked a the part of the sky which wasn't yet overshadowed by and huge storm clouds, and said uncertainly, "it... does?" I found that a little funny. (Don't ask me why.))
No one really took any notice of the cloud (or at least didn't do anything about it,) until it was right above our heads, and we heard some distant rumbling of thunder, and finally the wind started roaring at us, as if it was telling us to go away, and it was his turn to have the lake to himself. Anyways, if that's what it was trying to say, it certainly worked! Everyone quickly packed up and scurried away. As we were packing up, I saw an abandoned floaty floating around on the lake. I decided to quickly go for a last dip, and while I was at it, rescue the floaty. I regretted it once I was already swimming towards the floaty. The cloud, now covering the entire sky looked very ominous. I had learnt somewhere that lighting was attracted to large bodies of water.... On the way to the floaty, a motorboat overtook me, and, although I'm sure the driver saw that I was chasing the floaty, he passed it by inches, and didn't even bother to at least nudge it a bit in my direction.
Understand that the floaty was PRETTY far away from me, especially with the wind taking it even farther away every second, and it really did look like a bolt of lightning might strike any moment, and any normal boater would have helped.
Whatever. Anyway, I brought the floaty to the shore, and joined the others in packing our beach things. Of course, when everyone else had already left, and we were getting ready to get ino the car, (a long procedure for us,) the cloud decided that it had had enough fun here, so it disappeared. And we unpacked a couple of towels and our food and books, and I went for a little swi. When I came back, I lay down on a towel to read 'The Picnic and Suchlike Pandemonium' by Gerald Durrel, the first chapter of which strangel reminds me of this morning. As soon as I opened the book, it started raining. (Well of course! When else?) The rain was the funniest thing! The sky was split in half, one half dark and cloudy, and the other cloudless and blue. The rain was falling only under the cloudless part of the sky, while the cloudy part remained completely dry. Quickly, we packed for the second time, and jumped into the car and drove home. As soon as we arrived two minutes later, the rain stopped. We sat and ate, and then went to hang the wet things ouside on the porch to dry. As soon as we had hung everything up, it didn't just start raining. Without a single warning drop of rain, the water started pouring literally as if a HUGE bucket ful of it had been overturned up in the sky. So much for drying our things!
And then guess what happened! The power went out!!! (Doh.)
I am too annoyed and tired of typing at the moment, and will post the continuation of this as soon as possible.
I had the strangest day today, at New Hampshire. I think it was all because of my wake up call:
I opened my eyes the same moment my mother shrieked my name, and the time (11:15, *he*) out on the top of her lungs. I think I must have jusmped quite high too. Although I'm quite used to these types of...um, how should I put it... 'alarms', my reaction to this one was worse than usual. Maybe I had been sleeping extra soundly. I don't know. Either way, my mom scared the wits out of me with her wake up call.
Of course, I jumped out of bed immediately, and tried to do everything as fast as possible, but I still managed to get to the lade a lot later than usual. Oh well.
Either way, I didn't really care because coming later meant leaving later, which meant less time sweating my head off at the air-conditioning-less house that we had rented. (My dad said that we were having a heatwave that is pretty rare here in NH. The temperature had gone up to the low nineties the day before, and the forecast promised an even hotter day today.)
So anyways, I was mistaken in this assumption. We were having a beauufyk tune at the lake, when a huge storm cloud appeared in the previously huge-storm-cloud-free sky. (I told my friend, Esther, "It looks like it's going to rain!" and she looked a the part of the sky which wasn't yet overshadowed by and huge storm clouds, and said uncertainly, "it... does?" I found that a little funny. (Don't ask me why.))
No one really took any notice of the cloud (or at least didn't do anything about it,) until it was right above our heads, and we heard some distant rumbling of thunder, and finally the wind started roaring at us, as if it was telling us to go away, and it was his turn to have the lake to himself. Anyways, if that's what it was trying to say, it certainly worked! Everyone quickly packed up and scurried away. As we were packing up, I saw an abandoned floaty floating around on the lake. I decided to quickly go for a last dip, and while I was at it, rescue the floaty. I regretted it once I was already swimming towards the floaty. The cloud, now covering the entire sky looked very ominous. I had learnt somewhere that lighting was attracted to large bodies of water.... On the way to the floaty, a motorboat overtook me, and, although I'm sure the driver saw that I was chasing the floaty, he passed it by inches, and didn't even bother to at least nudge it a bit in my direction.
Understand that the floaty was PRETTY far away from me, especially with the wind taking it even farther away every second, and it really did look like a bolt of lightning might strike any moment, and any normal boater would have helped.
Whatever. Anyway, I brought the floaty to the shore, and joined the others in packing our beach things. Of course, when everyone else had already left, and we were getting ready to get ino the car, (a long procedure for us,) the cloud decided that it had had enough fun here, so it disappeared. And we unpacked a couple of towels and our food and books, and I went for a little swi. When I came back, I lay down on a towel to read 'The Picnic and Suchlike Pandemonium' by Gerald Durrel, the first chapter of which strangel reminds me of this morning. As soon as I opened the book, it started raining. (Well of course! When else?) The rain was the funniest thing! The sky was split in half, one half dark and cloudy, and the other cloudless and blue. The rain was falling only under the cloudless part of the sky, while the cloudy part remained completely dry. Quickly, we packed for the second time, and jumped into the car and drove home. As soon as we arrived two minutes later, the rain stopped. We sat and ate, and then went to hang the wet things ouside on the porch to dry. As soon as we had hung everything up, it didn't just start raining. Without a single warning drop of rain, the water started pouring literally as if a HUGE bucket ful of it had been overturned up in the sky. So much for drying our things!
And then guess what happened! The power went out!!! (Doh.)
I am too annoyed and tired of typing at the moment, and will post the continuation of this as soon as possible.