I arrived at A’s on Sat. while he was driving to retrieve Y from their week with their Mom.  Then he immediately turned around and took E to the New Jewish Theatre’s production of Cabaret.  Avdi found it particularly moving and relevant right now.  Too relevant.

Meanwhile there was plenty of work for me to do inside and out.  This supposedly huge storm (high winds, t-storms, large hail, possible tornadoes) was coming through on Sunday, so we were battening down, as well.  I spent the night, but didn’t sleep much.

Yesterday, while waiting for the “storm”, Y and I hung out and did gardeny things, and replaced the old pool cover with the new one (with help from A).  On the radar maps, there were all the colorful blobs and warnings for our area, continually changing times and routes, while in reality, it was like someone just kept turning the sun on and off, with sprinkles.

At one point, it got all dark and ominous, with the wind whipping up, and we thought this is it, head downstairs, only to have it thunder in the distance and–some rain.  A big false alarm.  Unalarming.  Anticlimactic.

Somewhere out there, the radar insisted, was a major storm heading through STL and east.  Then the sun came out.  Not that I’m complaining!  But this weather here is making me crazy.

Still, I had a nice time over there, weathering the storm that wasn’t, enjoying the warm weather.  Then I strolled home, watched the climax of “The Tattooist of Auschwitz”, and went to bed early.  And here I am, not surprisingly wide awake in the middle of the night.