What a brutish, destructive bout of hail, wind and slashing rain we experienced yesterday afternoon. It was both beautiful and frightening. For a while, being in our kitchen felt like standing in th e bottom of a tin pail. Marble-sized hail pounded the skylights, the windows and the new patio door sounding like rounds from a machine gun. The umbrella anchoring the glass-topped table on the deck blew over in slow motion, but it made a hell of a racket as it clanked against the shelf of the BBQ. Nothing broken, though. Too bad. It’s time for a new set and I was hoping…. My grandson and I had finished painting the three garage doors around noon (where do all the damned big ants…

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