We’re having another poofadillo right now.
You know about poofadillos, don’t you?
It’s when unexpected thunderstorms bear down.
Poofadillos come from nowhere.
One minute it’s sunny; the next minute rain and wind.
I coined the term “poofadillo” last spring.
“What’s the weather?” Barry would ask.
“A few poofadillos popping up,” I would say.
First, we chortled. Poofadillos! How silly!
It’s now standard household terminology.
Our daughter and boyfriend left today to visit the nearby “big” city. I ate feta-avocado-bean-snap pea-tomato salad before wandering to sit in the woods and ponder insect holes in leaves.
Suddenly–hark–what yonder sound? Could that be thunder? Yet another poofadillo approaching?
I leaned against a tree longer, idly watching flies buzz and ants crawl. More thunder, a great distant rumbling from the north, out there on Lake Superior.
Yep, another poofadillo.
I headed inside to nap, all worn out from watching leaves, flies and ants, when rain gushed from dark heavy clouds and it suddenly seemed imperative to tell you about poofadillos.
Any words you’ve coined to expand our vocabulary?