July 31st, 2003

caillebotte_man at his window

Stupid Discovery Channel

The first relatively cool night in almost a week, and I get hung up watching crap about loading docks and high-tech sailing craft. There wasn't even any porn in it! So, while Sluggo might have behaved himself reasonably well for a change, I foolishly left him napping. The cats were as perverse as I. It would have been a perfect night for them to be out stalking nocturnal rodents, but they both spent it sleeping in the house. Well, maybe they just wanted to avoid the crowds, as all the other cats in the neighborhood were out. At any rate, they'll probably spend the day bouncing off the walls, being so well rested. I intend to sleep, no matter how often they may pounce on my head.

Speaking of my head -- Ow, my head! The worst of the heat wave is over, for the time being, but I'm sure it has taken with it at least ten percent of my brain cells. Fried! Gone forever! Poached to death in my boiling cranial fluids! I'm considering a lawsuit against some religious institution which claims to represent an omnipotent deity. Not the Catholic church, of course. What with all the litigation pending against them, their hands are as full as an alter boy's... uh, better not say that. But I believe that the various fundamentalist organizations are flush at the moment. One of them should be made to pay for the damage done by their deity's malevolent weather! Garnishee their tithes, I will!

But I might choose to let it go if I get one of those nice thunderstorms they've been having everywhere else. Hear that, God? One little miracle, and your ministers are off the hook! Come on, you know you want to zing a few thunderbolts at me! It's your thing, isn't it?

Giddy with need for sleep, I fear. Too much television.
caillebotte_man at his window

Storm Gathering?

The cat woke me up too early, by hacking up a hairball. Later, I took a nap and didn't wake up until almost five o'clock. The evening was sultry and full of clouds, and the hot wind made the dried daisies bow and the northern branches of the mulberry tree stretch out and wave their leaves furiously. The fluttering reminded me of the sound made by those little triangular flags which were once used to decorate used car lots.

Though the clouds have been around all day, it is only in the last few minutes that I have heard the rumbling of distant thunder, and, going outside, I was struck by a few small raindrops falling through the hot air. I don't know if it will turn into a full-fledged thunderstorm, but in case it does, I'm shutting Sluggo down and carrying the flashlight with me. (Power failures are almost inevitable here when a big storm arrives.) Maybe I'll get wet, yet. I can only hope.

Later: Stupid browser crashed and Sluggo had to nap before I could post this. It still isn't a big storm, but thunder continues in the distance, and a few raindrops continue to fall, and the air is filled with the smell of them toasting on the hot pavement. Nice, for a change.