So those wonderfully tranquil and vacation-y pictures of me playing in the pool with the dogs were taken this morning. The above picture was taken in the front yard just after 5pm.
You know in the movies, typically desert-based movies, sometimes somebody looks off into the distance and a horrified look takes over their features and they yell "عاصفة رملية" (or probably something more colloquial) and the main English-speaking character looks around in bewilderment saying, "What? What's he saying?" and then finally the main character turns around to see a looming, giant mile-high cloud of sand approaching with silent, ominous swiftness.
Well that's what happened here today, minus the cinematic clichés. Here they call it a haboob, and I must say it's pretty cool.
This is an occasionally NSFW, mostly gluten-free kitchen notebook that also occasionally threatens to turn into something else and fails, thus remaining its same old cryptic and superficial self. These posts begin to fail to explain (start at the bottom).