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Haboob.
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It's a massive wall of sand and wind. Lawrence of Arabia caliber shit.
That was up North, and it's not quite accurate. A haboob is when the wind blows directly DOWN, throwing a gigantic pile of the planet and a whole bunch of Coyote shit about a mile straight up. Then it, you know, comes down.
And when it runs into a rainstorm, as often happens, you get a mud storm. Driving through them is fun; it's like trying to drive while a hundred people throw Taco Bell refried beans on your windshield every 3 seconds or so.
Down here, we just had sideways rain, and 310 lightning strikes in an hour. Not quite a record.
I can't imagine why more people don't move there just for the atmospheric theatrics. I am glad you are safe and didn't get hit by lightening. Unless you wanted to, then I'm sorry you didn't.
I can't imagine why, when thinking about pounds of sanded coyote shit flinging itself at my windshield, my first thought was NOT "oh, I gotta go THERE."
The best part is that a haboob is not an instantaneous event. It's more like someone aimed a sandblaster into a sandbox. It lasts however long it lasts.
I think I was in one, once. Around 1994. It sucked, because we couldn't DRIVE.
Sure you can. Only lesser wimps need to SEE to DRIVE.
In other news, I spent all day in the hospital with my father, who woke up this morning and then forgot how to read, write, speak, or see anything to his right. By the time I got to his house, he had speech back, and didn't want to go to the hospital because he felt fine.
I pointed out that the part of him making the decision was the part that was in question, so he went.
By the time they'd CT'd him and were getting him ready for the MRI, he had regained all of his faculties, including his judgement (and was glad my mother and I made him go in).
The good news is, this wasn't a stroke, it was something called a "TIA" which is sort of like a warning shot. He'll be in the hospital at least one more day.
Bullet dodged.
Yikes! Glad to hear it wasn't as bad as it could have been, and glad you and your mom talked him into going in. That's scary shit.