Sunday, August 23, 2015
Sunday as it's supposed to be.
About one in the morning a big cold front passed through, with an intense lightning display and much rain and thunder. I went out on the porch and watched it for about half an hour. I took the flood light and shined it into the rain, which created a very strange effect. Within the tunnel of the light you could see the woods, but it was like boring a hole through a black stone. You couldn't see anything outside that cone of light unless the lightning lit things up.
At around three, both dogs started to howl. They almost never do that. I went out again. The dogs and cats were all clustered around one end of the porch, staring intently into the woods. The dogs were bristled up and the cats were fluffed up. Whatever was out there, was apparently not welcomed by the resident animals. I can't really understand the howling. Barking would have been the more normal reaction.
Got up around one this afternoon, and made myself a good breakfast (brunch, lunch?) of fried potatoes and garlic sausage. I set off both smoke detectors in the kitchen but that's part of the price for walking away from the frying pan and letting the oil get too hot. When you live in a log house, you are never far from a smoke detector.
Outside it's cool and the air is much drier. There's a light wind blowing.
The only sound coming out of the woods is the occassional Blue Jay, Wood Pecker, Crow, or the ever droning cicadas.
There was some shooting last night, way off in the distance but I have no idea what it was. Given that it was taking place in the forest in the wee hours of the morning, I doubt it was target practice.
The rest of the day I will spend listening to the radio. Sunday is a good day for talk radio on our sole local station. I like listening to the talk radio programs because they tend to focus on one issue each broadcast, and you can learn a lot more about a specific topic than you can by listening to a 30 second sound bite on television. Later in the day they play music from the 1940's, and I try to listen to that program every Sunday.
All is quiet in the ether, most people who's blogs I read are not writing just now. Taking the weekend off doing something else, no doubt. I am still not sure if I lost any comments when that post collapsed blogger on my head earlier in the week. Since no one has written to say their comment didn't post, I may not have. I hope everyone knows that I wouldn't fail to publish a comment written by my friends.