Sunday, June 8, 2014
We get thunderstorms here at all times of year. Some of them are pretty severe, but last night was amazing. The storm rolled in about three in the morning. I heard it coming a long way off. This one sounded like something special, so I walked up to the top of the meadow where I can see out into the mountains. It was a spectacular light show.
I went on back down to the house as the wind started picking up. Got all the storm procedures finished up, and carried Ragnar down to the basement where the other two ferrets were already ensconced under the cedar chest. Ragnar can't see well enough to make it down the stairs anymore, and he was scurrying back and forth at the top of the stairs. Poor guy really hates storms.
The thunder rattled my window panes and shook the house. The rain came down hard for about an hour, but it was the colossal thunder and sheet lightning that was the real show. I was glad I had the pump shut down because I would surely have lost it otherwise. Some of the bursts were right over the house and the electronics would have been destroyed if they had been on line. As it was, I got off with no damage and that was an experience I wouldn't have missed for the world.
Today is what Sunday should be like. I'm inside, where it's cool and dry. Watched a little television, did some reading, and listened to smooth jazz on the satellite radio. After the storm I got a good nights sleep and have been taking today easy.
I watched "Where the Wild Men Are" this afternoon. It was the episode filmed in the Texas Desert. I like the host. He's a city man, and I think he's a decent fellow. Totally at sea away from the city, though. He was trying to shoot some firearms on this program and I was embarrassed for him. It was pathetic. His attitude towards people who live out on the gray horizon is that they must be hiding from something, running away from something. I don't think he realizes that the term "red neck" is not a polite one. Still and all, it's a good show. The fellow he was visiting out in the desert really had his act together. I was amazed at what he had built for himself out there, and I was envious. Every time I get to thinking I am living in an isolated area and doing a good job of self sufficiency, I see somebody like this old gentlemen out in that desert, and I am put to shame. Keeps me on my toes and prevents complacency , though.