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Holy hell! Last night it stormed. I've lived through almost thirty-one years of Oklahoma weather, which is probably the most fucked-up in the country, and I've never seen anything like that. It was nothing but lightning and thunder for hours.
At one point, lightning struck so near to the house that the thunderclap was instantaneous. It was also terrifyingly loud. We usually get one or two like that during a good storm, but in terms of being absolutely hair-whitening, this one was second only to the time we heard three booming thunderclaps in a row, like the Great Old Ones knocking for admission into this world. (As I recall, my response to that one was "Yes, Thor?")
It crashed, louder than anything, and I screamed like a vixen. Sargon says he hollered, too, but I didn't hear him. The kittens nearly exploded -- their fur was all puffed out, and in the space of one second, they had all crammed into one corner of the cage so tightly it looked like one tiny cat with six enormous eyes. Poor little darlings.
And it just went on and on! I lay in bed, trying to sleep, and through the window I could see blue-white lightning. In thirty seconds, I counted twenty-three separate flashes of lightning. That part of it went on for more than an hour. I've never seen a storm that was that alive. It actually had me spooked.
Anyway, in other news, I heard from the lady who took in Grace the three-legged pirate cat, and she's doing so well! They are spoiling her rotten. She sleeps with her new people at night, gets kitty treats every day, has two dogs to browbeat, and gets lots and lots of love and kisses. She has a very good life, and I am so glad to be able to share that happy news with you. She wouldn't have found that home -- obviously the right one -- without y'all!
Right now, I am off to get work done: finishing preliminary designs for two boxes, then emailing with business stuff and getting some loose ends tied up. And after that's done, I get to sit down and write!
At one point, lightning struck so near to the house that the thunderclap was instantaneous. It was also terrifyingly loud. We usually get one or two like that during a good storm, but in terms of being absolutely hair-whitening, this one was second only to the time we heard three booming thunderclaps in a row, like the Great Old Ones knocking for admission into this world. (As I recall, my response to that one was "Yes, Thor?")
It crashed, louder than anything, and I screamed like a vixen. Sargon says he hollered, too, but I didn't hear him. The kittens nearly exploded -- their fur was all puffed out, and in the space of one second, they had all crammed into one corner of the cage so tightly it looked like one tiny cat with six enormous eyes. Poor little darlings.
And it just went on and on! I lay in bed, trying to sleep, and through the window I could see blue-white lightning. In thirty seconds, I counted twenty-three separate flashes of lightning. That part of it went on for more than an hour. I've never seen a storm that was that alive. It actually had me spooked.
Anyway, in other news, I heard from the lady who took in Grace the three-legged pirate cat, and she's doing so well! They are spoiling her rotten. She sleeps with her new people at night, gets kitty treats every day, has two dogs to browbeat, and gets lots and lots of love and kisses. She has a very good life, and I am so glad to be able to share that happy news with you. She wouldn't have found that home -- obviously the right one -- without y'all!
Right now, I am off to get work done: finishing preliminary designs for two boxes, then emailing with business stuff and getting some loose ends tied up. And after that's done, I get to sit down and write!