C came home from work this evening around 5 or so. As we sat upstairs talking, we looked out the window and remarked that the sky was getting awfully dark, awfully quickly. She said that the weather had put Austin under a tornado watch and a hail warning.
It starts raining. C says “I’m . . . going to move the cars now. Just in case.”
Not 30 seconds later, I hear the door downstairs slam open. “Move your car NOW!”
By the time I change pants, get downstairs, find shoes (she had taken mine), get the door open, C is running back up. She is drenched. She had already moved her car, moved my car, and taken the time to warn our asshole neighbor that he should maybe move his car as well.
And then we stood outside and watched this appear, in less than 5 minutes:
So it hailed and hailed, it was awesome and weird and maybe a tiny bit scary. Maya was terrified—I found her later huddled near a crate in a nest she had made out of some fabric. Safe and sound and freaked on the ground floor.
As the hail died down, we saw a child from a neighboring apartment streak to play in all the hail on the ground. At least his mama put a batting helmet on. Which seems appropriate, as in areas near to us, baseball-sized hail was reported. Go, little man!
Not 20 minutes after all this started, this is what it looks like outside.
All this to say, I think the weather is what keeps Austin weird (courtesy of C).