My plans for yesterday afternoon included a stint at the Planned Parenthood table at Fiest Hispana at Warner Park. Last years's fiesta was muy divertido, so I was looking forward to it. It started to rain buckets about a half hour before I was going to start to walk over.

It stopped right when my shift was to start, so I dashed over to check that everyone was still there, and then dashed back home to get my lunch and my forgotten rain coat.

As I was walking back to the park, I saw the black sky rolling towards me, accented with flashes of lightening. I raced the rain back to the tent, and discovered that all of the tables had been swiftly abondonned. It seems that a particularly strong gust of wind had pulled the stakes on one side of the tent completely out of the ground. There were people yanking on the ropes to keep things stable until the contents of the tent could be cleared. I helped the other volunteer grab our stuff and haul it back to her car, then cadged a ride home from her.

It did clear up in the late afternoon, and it may be that the Fiesta reconvened when the sun came out, but it was too late for me. Well, here's to next year.